THE 

BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR, 

A DRAMA; 

3Eti dTtbe ®ttg. 

NOW PERFORMING WITH GENERAL APPROBATION 

AT THE 

THEATRE-ROYAL, EDINBURGH. 



TAKEN FROM THE CELEBRATED STORY OF THE SAME NAME IN THE 
THIRD SERIES OF THE " TALES OF MY LANDLORD." 



By JOHN WILLIAM CALCRAFT. ^^4 ^ 



EDINBURGH : 
PRINTED FOR JOHN ANDERSON, JUN. 

55, NORTH BRIDGE STREET, EDINBURGH ; 

AND SIMrKIN AND MARSHALL, STATIONERS' HALL COURT, 

LUDGATE STREET, LONDON. 



1823. 






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Leith : PrinUd by A. Allardice. 



TO 



MRS H. SIDbONS, 



EVERY SENTIMENT OF THE HIGHEST RESPECT FOR HER 

PRIVATE WORTH, AND ADMIRATION OF HER 

PROFESSIONAL EXCELLENCE, 

THIS DRAMA 

IS INSCRIBED 

BY 

HER VERY OBEDIENT SERVANT, 

JOHN WILLIAM CALCRAFT. 



PREFACE. 



In the following Drama, the language and in- 
cidents of the beautiful and affecting Tale from 
which it is taken, have been carefully preserved. 
The unity of action in the original story, the 
regular developement of the plot, and the 
highly-wrought interest of the conclusion, al- 
ways appeared to me calculated to produce a 
powerful effect on the stage, and rendered the 
task of adaptation for that purpose comparative- 
ly a very easy one. The event has even exceed- 
ed my expectations. Where such ample mate- 
rials were already provided, little was necessary 
beyond their arrangement into the form, and 
within the compass, of an acting Drama. The 
only addenda, therefore, consist of two short 
scenes, an occasional speech, when necessary to 
connect the dialogue, and a material alteration 
in the management of the catastrophe, which, 



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though terrifically grand and impressive in the 
original, it was totally impossible to represent 
in a theatre. 

The Piece has been received with the unani- 
mous applause of repeated audiences ; and its 
success must fairly be ascribed to the un- 
rivalled performance of Mrs H. Siddons, in 
the character of Lucy Ashton, and the pecu- 
liar excellence of Mr Mackay in that of Caleb 
Balderstone. Mrs H. Siddons's performance 
stands alone ; and any praise I could bestow 
on it would be but a feeble addition to the 
general admiration with which her efforts have 
been witnessed. The character of Lucy Ash- 
ton is one of singular difficulty ; and requires, 
from its representative, a display of mental 
powers, of a much higher order than those 
which frequently triumph over many of the 
more brilliant and imposing heroines of the 
tragic drama. It is a part, almost exclusively, 
of silent and intense expression, — deriving lit- 
tle assistance, either from the energy of the 
language or the commanding nature of the 
situations. On reading the play alone, it 
would be very difficult to form any just con- 
ception of the effect produced by Mrs H. 
Siddons, throughout the two last acts of this 
character. 



PREFACE. Vll 

Mr Mackay's Caleb Balderstone is an addi- 
tional proof, that, in this range of the Drama, 
he has no competitor. His natural and unla- 
boured delineation of the old, faithful retainer, 
is a specimen of Scottish character totally dis- 
tinct from his Bailie Nicol Jarvie, and quite on 
a parallel with it in every particular. 

Mr Jones and Mr Murray are entitled to 
my warmest thanks for their zealous exertions 
in Bucklaw and Craigengelt, parts by no means 
calculated to display their peculiar excellencies. 
Both contributed greatly to the amusement of 
the audience, in the scenes in which they were 
concerned. These characters are very strik- 
ing by description in the Novel ; but it would 
be almost impossible to render them equally 
prominent by representation in the Drama. 

The dignity of Mrs Renaud's deportment, 
and the impressiveness of her manner, in Alice 
Gray, imparted to the character more conse- 
quence than it could derive from almost any 
other representative. 

To Mrs Eyre, Miss Nicol, Mr Faulkner, and 
all the other performers, I beg to return my 
sincere acknowledgments for their exertions, 
and regret that many were placed in situations 



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where so little opportunity was afforded them 
for the display of ability. 

It is almost unnecessary to add, that the 
Play received every advantage from scenery, 
dresses, decorations, &c. &c. — by which all new 
performances have long been characterized in 
the Edinburgh Theatre. 

A few sentences, marked by inverted com- 
mas in the printed copy, are omitted in repre- 
sentation. 

J. W. C. 

Edinburgh, 15th January, 1823. 



Srcmatis Pmron& 



Sir William Ashton, Lord Keeper Mr Faulkner. 

Colonel Ashton, > jj- o \ Mr Denham. 

Henry Ashton, S om " i Miss Murray. 

Edgar, Master of Ravenswood - Mr Cal craft. 
Hay st on ofBucldaw - - - - Mr Jones. 

Captain Craigengelt Mr Murray. 

Caleb Balder st one Mr Mack ay. 

Lockhart Mr Miller. 

Randolph, a Clergyman - - - Mr Lee. 

Norman, a Forester - - - - Mr Duff. 

f Mr Hillyard. 
Three Gentlemen - - - - - <| Mr Aiken. 

{ Mr Power. 

A Messenger. Mr Croly. 

Lady Ashton Mrs Eyre. 

Lucy Ashton Mrs H. Siddons. 

Alice Gray Mrs Renaud. 

Mysie Mrs Nicol. 

Dame Lightbody Miss Nicol. 

Marion Miss J. Nicol. 

Attendants, Foresters, Servants, Sec. $c. 



THE 



BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR, 



ACTI. 



SCENE I. — A Gothic Chapel on a rock, overhang- 
ing the sea. — Solemn music within, as the curtain 
rises — the windows illuminated. — Enter from the 
Chapel a train of attendants with torches, bearing 
the banners of the House of Ravenswood (a Bull's 
Head, with the motto, " I bide my time."J— 
Several gentlemen follow, descend the rock, and 
advance to the front. 

1st Gent. Unhappy Ravenswood ! Even to the 
grave the malice of thy enemies pursues thee ! Here, 
in the sanctuary, the satellites of law impede the 
solemn service of religion. Right well, my friends, 
have we maintained the honour of our house, and 
preserved the body of our chief from such unmanly 
insult. 

2d Gent. Let this Sir William Ashton, this new 
Lord Keeper, look to himself; for, if I read aright 
young Edgar's bold demeanour, he will remember 
and revenge the wrongs his father suffered. 

3d Gent. I doubt it not ; and when he calls upon 
his kinsmen, I wear a sword to second his. 

1st Gent. Peace ! peace ! such words are best un- 
uttered. The usurper, by the awarded sentence of 



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the law, holds the inheritance of our noble relative. 
Edgar is young, impetuous, urged on to revenge by 
ancient enmity and recent insult ; he brooks but ill 
the galling weight of poverty. Urge him not to 
desperate enterprises. 
Qd Gent. Peace ! he is here 1 

Edgar Ravenswood enters from the Chapel, and 
descends to the front. 

Rav. Kinsmen and friends, you have performed 
no common duty to the body of our deceased re- 
lative. The rites of due observance, which in other 
countries are allowed to the meanest Christian, 
would this day have been denied to Allan, Earl of 
Ravenswood, had they not been assured to him by 
your devoted courage. 

1st Gent. We but performed our duty. The in- 
sult offered to our lord, extends to all who claim the 
honour of his blood. 

Rav. Others bury their dead in sorrow and in 
silence — in reverence and in lamentation ; our 
funeral rites are marred by the intrusion of bailiffs 
and ruffians ; and our tears, the tears of clansmen 
for their chief — the tears of a son for his only pa- 
rent, his solitary friend, are chased from our cheeks 
by the glow of just indignation. — But it is well I know 
from what quiver this arrow has come forth. It was 
only he who dug the grave, could have the mean 
cruelty to disturb the obsequies : and Heaven do as 
much and more to me, if I requite not to this man, 
and his house, the ruin and disgrace he has brought 
on me and mine. 

1st Gent. Spoke as becomes the heir of Ravens- 
wood ! — Our swords are yours, whenever you re- 
quire them. 

Rav. Once more, my friends, receive my thanks. 
But now, enough of words. Let this suffice. : True 
to the legend of my house, " / bide my time ;" — 



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and, when that time arrives, the world shall see that 
Edgar Ravenswood has both a heart and arm to 
suit the sacred cause which calls upon him. Now — 
on to the tower, where, in due observance of an an- 
cient custom, the funeral feast is spread, and wel- 
come waits on all. But should I pass the cup un- 
tasted, and claim the privilege of solitude, my 
friends, I trust, will feel the heavy loss I have sus- 
tained, nor deem my absence breach of hospitality. 
Forward ! \JLxeunt. 

SCENE II. — A Gothic Library in Ravenswood 

Castle. 

Enter Sir Wjlliam Ashton — Lockhart following. 

Lock. It was impossible, my Lord, to execute 
your orders, surrounded as we were by all the kins- 
men of the family ; — the Master drew his sword, and 
threatened the clergyman with personal violence un- 
less he proceeded with the ceremony. 

Sir W. Did the rest second this resolution ? 

Loch. All, my Lord ; an hundred weapons were 
displayed in an instant, and young Edgar, exclaim- 
ing he knew well from whom this blow proceeded, 
uttered the most contemptuous expressions against 
you, and the authority you are invested with. We 
were compelled to leave the chapel, and happy to 
escape with our lives. 

Sir TV. I can scarcely commend your prudence, 
Sir. — The consequences may be more important 
than you are aware of. Leave me. \Locit Lock.~] 
Young Ravenswood is now completely in my grasp, 
and he shall either bend or break. This boy, this 
hair-brained fool, has wrecked his vessel before she 
has cleared the harbour. But I would not touch 
his life, even though it should be in my power. Yet 
if he lives till a change of times, what follows ? — res- 
titution, perhaps revenge. 



THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 



Lucy Ashton enters. 

Lucy. My father here ! I fear I have disturbed 
you, Sir ! I did not know you were in the library. 

Sir W. My sweet Lucy, your presence is always 
welcome. 

Lucy. Nay, nay, dear father, 'tis your kindness 
induces you to say so. But since I have intruded 
upon you, I have a request to make, if you are not 
occupied in matters of importance. 
Sir W. Name it, Lucy. 

Lucy. You know, my dear Sir, I have long wish- 
ed to conduct you to the residence of old Alice. — 
'Tis scarcely five minutes' walk from the castle, and 
the day is fine, — will you now gratify me ? 

Sir TV. Who and what is this old woman you are 
so anxious to bring me acquainted with ? I think, 
Lucy, you know all the old gossips in the country. 

Lucy. To be sure I do, Sir, or how could I 
help the poor old creatures in hard times? But 
Alice is the ^empress of old women, and the queen 
of gossips. She seldom associates with any of the 
peasants, for they are all afraid of her. Some con- 
sider her a witch, others a lunatic — but though her 
manner is wild, and her conversation superstitious, 
she is kind and gentle, and has a dignity in her 
deportment which would become a countess. The 
poor old soul has lost her sight with age ; but when 
she speaks to you, you would think she has a way of 
looking into your very heart. 

Sir W. All this, my dear, is no answer to my 
question, who this woman is, and her connexion with 
the Ravenswoods. 

Lucy. I believe she was nurse to the last Lord, 
and is distantly related to the family. It is against 
her will she has remained here, and she is always re- 
gretting the change of times and property. 

Sir W. I am much obliged to her. She and her 



THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 

people eat my bread and drink my cup, and lament, 
all the while, they are not still under a race who ne- 
ver could do good, either to themselves or others. 

Lucy. Indeed, my dear Sir, you do her injustice : 
Alice is not mercenary, and would not accept a pen- 
ny in charity to save her from being starved. I am 
sure she is grateful for your protection, and would 
rather speak to you than any person in the world. 
Do, my dear father, let me conduct you to her. 

Sir W. I confess you have raised my curiosity ; 
and I am anxious to question her respecting the cha- 
racter of young Ravenswood. We will go imme- 
diately. \Lxeunt. 

SCENE III. — On one side, a ruinous Cottage, over- 
hung by a rock ; on the other, the remains of a 
Chapel. — Several rough Tombstones near the front. 
— Alice discovered sitting on a bank. 

Enter Lucy and Sir William. 

Lucy. This is the cottage, and yonder is the old 
woman sitting. I'll bring her down to you, Sir. 
(Goes to Alice.) — Alice, my father is come to see 
you. 

Alice rises and comes down, led by Lucy, till she 
is between her and Sir William. 

Alice. He is welcome, Miss Ashton, and so are 
you. 

Sir W. This is a fine morning, mother. 

Alice. I believe so, my Lord. I feel the air breathe 
milder than of late. 

Sir W. Have you resided long on this property ? 

Alice. It is near sixty years since I first knew Ra- 
venswood. 

Sir W. You are not of this country ? 

Alice. No \ I am by birth an Englishwoman. 



6 THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 

Sir W. Yet you seem attached to this country as 
if it were your own. 

Alice. It is here I have tasted the cup of joy and 
of sorrow which Heaven had destined for me. I 
was here, the wife of an upright and affectionate hus- 
band, for more than twenty years. I was here the 
mother of six promising children. It was here that 
Heaven deprived me of all these blessings. It was 
here they died, and yonder, by yon ruined chapel, 
they all lie buried. I had no country but theirs, 
while they were alive — I have none but theirs, now 
they are no more. 

Sir TV. But your cottage is miserably ruinous. I 
will have it repaired. 

Alice. That you are bound to do by law 5 but, 
old as it is, it will last my time. 

Sir TV. You must have seen many changes during 
your long residence here. 

Alice. Yet I hoped my aged eyes might not have 
witnessed the downfall of the stately tree which 
once overshadowed my dwelling. 

Sir TV. You lose no interest with me for regretting 
your former masters ; I respect your gratitude, and 
hope we shall live to be good friends when we know 
each other better. 

Alice. Those of my age, my Lord, make no new 
friendships ; I thank you for your kind intentions, 
and wish I could repay you better than by what I 
am going to say. — You now stand on the brink of a 
precipice ! 

Sir TV. Indeed !— 

Alice. You have driven matters hard with the 
House of Ravenswood — You are still planning fur- 
ther persecution. Believe a true tale : they are a 
fierce house, and there is danger in dealing with 
men when they become desperate. 

Sir TV. What mean you, woman ! Young Ravens- 
wood would not have recourse to personal violence ! 

Alice. Heaven forbid I should say so ! — I know 



THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 7 

nothing of the youth but what is honourable and 
open. — Honourable and open, did I say ! I should 
have added, free, generous, and noble : but he is 
still a Ravens wood, and may " bide his time J 9 Re- 
member the fate of Sir George Lockhart. 

. Sir W. Ah ! he perished by the hand of an assas- 
sin ! — 

Alice. Therefore, I may well say, beware of press- 
ing a desperate man with the hand of authority. 
There is blood of Chiesley, who did the deed, in the 
veins of Ravenswood ; and one drop of it were 
enough to fire him, in the circumstances under which 
he is placed. I say, once mor© — beware of him ! — 

\JLocit into cottage. 

Sir William appears agitated, and stands lost in 
meditation. — Lucy approaches her Father. 

Lucy. My dear Sir, shall we return to the castle ? 

Sir W. aside. The manner and language of this 
woman surprise, nay, alarm me ! Can there be 
grounds for suspicion of violence ? No, no ; the fate 
of Chiesley is a warning sufficient to deter. Come, 
my love, let us continue our walk, and smile at the 
superstitious cautions of your ancient friend. 

[Exeunt. 



SCENE IV.— The Mermaiden's Well in the Forest. 

Enter Ravenswood in a shooting dress, "with a gun in 
his hand. 

Rav. For the last time, ere fortune drives me 
from my native land, I come to seek the spoiler of 
my house : Nature recoils from shedding blood ; yet, 
as I wander through these lofty woods, which once 
were mine, in every breeze I hear a voice, which 



8 THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 

echoes back the feelings of my heart. The demon 
of revenge has planted scorpions here ; and from the 
grave my father's spirit cries for retribution. — 

A shriek without. 
C Looking off at the side) — Ha ! what do I behold ! 
a savage bull pursues the object of my hate, who 
struggles to support a fainting female ! One instant, 
and inevitable death awaits them. Can I look on, 
and leave them to this cruel fate, yet have the power 
to save ? — Away ! away ! — a moment's hesitation 
would disgrace the name of man. — (Rushes out.) 

A shot Jired without, and immediately after Ravens- 
wood reenters, hearing Lucy senseless in his arms. 
— He places her on a hank near the well, and kneels 
beside her. — She recovers slowly. 

Lucy. (Looking round wildly J — My father! my 
father ! 

Rav. Sir William is perfectly safe, Madam. He 
is gone for further assistance, and will be here in- 
stantly. 

Lucy. Oh Sir ! are you certain he is safe ? The 
savage animal was close by us — Do not stop me — I 
must go and seek my father. (She is fainting, Ra- 
venswood supports her. J 

Rav. Do not make yourself uneasy on his account. 
Fate has singularly preserved him. I must now 
leave you, Madam, and under the protection of 
those to whom it is possible you may this day have 
been a guardian angel. (Going. J 

Lucy. Yet stay, till my father, till the Lord Keeper 
comes ; only permit him to offer his thanks, and to 
inquire your name. 

Rav. It is unnecessary to mention my name. 
Your father— I would rather say, Sir William Ash- 
ton, will learn it soon enough, for all the pleasure it 
is likely to afford him. 

Lucy. You mistake him. He will be grateful for 



THEJBRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 9 

my sake and for his own. You do not know my 
father, or you are deceiving me with a story of his 
safety, when he has fallen a victim to the fury of 
that animal. 

Rwo. On the word of a gentleman, Madam, I tell 
you the truth. Your father is in perfect safety. 

Lucy. (Talcing his arm J Oh ! if you be a gentle- 
man, if you be a man, assist me to find my father. — 
You shall not leave me, you shall go with me. He 
is dying perhaps, while we are talking here. 

Enter Sir William Ashton and two Foresters. 

My dear, dear father ! (Runs and embraces him.) 

Sir TV. My dear, dear Lucy, are you safe ? Are 
you well ? 

Lucy. I am quite well, Sir, and still more that I 
see you so. But this gentleman, what must he think 
of me ? 

Sir TV. (Crosses to him. J This gentleman will, I 
trust, not regret the trouble we have given him, 
when I assure him of the Lord Keeper's eternal 
gratitude for the greatest service which one man 
ever rendered to another. — For the life of my child, 
for my own life, which he has saved by his bravery 
and presence of mind, he will, I am sure, permit 
us to request — 

Rav. Request nothing of me, my Lord, — I am the 
Master of Ravens wood ! \_Eocit Rav. 

Sir TV. The Master of Ravenswood ! Hasten af- 
ter him ! [_Two Foresters exeunt. ~\ Stop him ! Beg 
him to speak to me for a single moment. My life 
preserved by the very man I have been warned 
against — whom I regarded as my bitterest enemy ! 
My daughter too ! 

Reenter the Two Foresters. 

Sir TV. Well, Sir ? 

b 2 



10 THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 

Forest. He just said, he wadna' come back, my 
Lord. 

Sir W. He said something more, Sir, and I in- 
sist on knowing what it was. 

Forest. Why then, my Lord, he said, — but it wad 
be nae pleasure to your Lordship to hear it, — and I 
dare say the Master meant nae ill. 

Sir W. That's none of your concern, Sir ; I desire 
to hear the very words. 

Forest. Well then, my Lord, he said, tell Sir 
William Ash ton that the neist time he and I fore- 
gather, he will not be half sae blythe of our meeting 
as of our Darting. 

Sir TV. Very well, Sir. — I believe he alludes to a 
wager we have on our hawks. It's a matter of no 
consequence. — Retire, (The Foresters retire J and 
attend us to the castle. — How shall I act ? the man 
who saved my life, rejects my thanks, and shuns me 
as his mortal enemy ! I have the power to serve him ; 
and honour, gratitude, demand I should exert it. It 
shall be so. Lucy, my love, we must not suffer our 
preserver thus to leave us. 

Lucy. Oh ! my dear Father. Heaven seems to 
interpose this accident to end our ancient feuds : we 
cannot do too much to prove our gratitude. Since he, 
to whom we are so deeply indebted, regards us with 
hereditary hatred, let us rise superior to the dictates 
of mistaken pride, seek him in his own dwelling, 
brave his resentment, root out long-cherished enmity, 
nor leave him, till, by perseverance, we have won his 
friendship, and changed suspicion and mistrust for 
lasting confidence. [Exeunt. 

END OF ACT I. 



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ACT II. 

SCENE I. — A Room in a Village Inn, called the 
Tod's Den. 

Bucklaw and Craigengelt discovered. 

Buck. What the foul fiend can have detained the 
Master so long ! He must have miscarried in his 
enterprise. Why did you dissuade me from going 
with him ? 

Craig. One man is enough to right his own 
wrong. We venture our lives for him in coming 
thus far on such an errand. 

Buck. You are but a craven after all, Craigengelt, 
and that*s what many folks have thought of you be- 
fore now, 

Craig. But what no one has dared to tell me ; 
{lays his hand on his sword] and, but that I hold a 
hasty man no better than a fool, I would — 

Buck. Would you ? — and why don't you, then ? 

Craig. Because there's a deeper stake than the 
lives of twenty hair-brain' d gowks like you. 

Buck. But what do you mean to do with this poor 
fellow Ravenswood? He has no money left, any 
more than I. 

Craig. Content yourself, Bucklaw ! I know my 
business ! he has parts and address, as well as cou- 
rage and talents, and will present himself abroad, 
like a young fellow of head as well as heart, who 
knows something more than the speed of a horse 
and the flight of a hawk. 

Buck. And yet isn't wise enough to escape the 
tricks of a kidnapper, Craigie. — But don't be angry ; 
you know you won't fight, so just leave your hilt 
alone, and tell me how you drew him into your con- 
fidence. 

Craig, Simply, by flattering his love of vengeance. 



12 THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 

He is now gone to expostulate, as he says, and per- 
haps thinks, with Sir William Ashton. I say, if they 
meet, ten to one but the Master kills him. Scotland 
will be too hot to hold him. France will gain him, 
and we all set sail in the French brig L'Espoir, 
which is hovering for us off Eyemouth. 

Buck, Content say I ; and if carrying the Master 
with us will insure us a better reception, I hope he 
will shoot the Lord Keeper before he returns. I 
doubt our own merits will get us but slender prefer- 
ment. But stay, he comes ; I hear a horse's feet. 
. Craig. Are you sure there is only one ? I fear 
there is a chase. I think I hear three or four gal- 
loping together. I am sure I hear more than one. 

Buck. Pooh, pooh, man ! it's only the wench of 
the house clattering to the well in her pattens. Why, 
you're more easily scared than a wild-goose. But 
here comes Ravenswood alone ! and looking as 
gloomy as a night in November ! 

TLnter Ravenswood. — He goes to the table and sits. 

Craig. Well, what has happen'd ? What have you 
done ? 

Rav. Nothing. 

Craig. Nothing ! and left us determined to call 
the old villain to account for all the injuries you, 
we, and the whole country have received ? — Have 
you seen him ? 

Rav. I have. 

Buck. Seen him ! and come away without settling 
scores, which have been so long due ! I should not 
have expected that at your hand, Master. 

Rav. No matter what you expected, Sir. It is 
not to you I shall be disposed to render any reason 
for my conduct. 

Craig. Patience, Bucklaw. — The Master has been 
interrupted by some accident, but he will excuse 
the anxiety of friends. 



THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOlt, 13 

Rav. Friends ! Captain Craigengelt ! I think our 
friendship amounts to this, that I agreed to leave 
Scotland with you as soon as I had visited the man- 
sion of my fathers, and had an interview with its 
present possessor. 

Buck. Very true, Master, and as we thought you 
had a mind to do something to put your neck in 
jeopardy, we agreed to tarry for you, though ours 
might run some risk in consequence. As to Craigie, 
it does not much signify ; — he had gallows written 
on his brow, in the hour of his birth ; but I should 
not like to discredit my parentage by coming to such 
an end, and in another man's cause too. 

Rav. Gentlemen, if I have occasioned you any 
inconvenience, I am heartily sorry ; but, respecting 
my own affairs, I shall judge for myself, and am de- 
termined not to leave the country this season. 

Buck. Not leave the country ! 

Craig. Not leave the country ! after all the trouble 
and expense I have incurred ? 

Rav. Sir, I repeat, for the trouble you have had 
on my account, I am sorry, and I thank you ; your 
expense admits of a more solid compensation. Take 
my purse, and pay yourself according to your own 
conscience. (Offers his purse.) 

Buck. (Comes down between them) — Your ringers, 
Craigie, seem to itch for that same piece of green 
net-work ; but I make my vow to heaven, that, if 
they offer to close upon it, I'll chop them off with 
my whinger, Since the Master has changed his 
mind, I suppose we need stay here no longer : but, 
in the first place, I beg leave to tell him 

Craig. Tell him any thing you will, but allow me 
first to state the difficulty of an introduction at Ver- 
sailles, without the countenance of those who have 
established useful connexions. 

Buck. Besides forfeiting the friendship of at least 
one man of spirit and honour. 

Rav. Gentlemen, permit me once more to assure 



14 THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR, 

you, that you have been pleased to attach to our 
temporary connexion more importance than I ever 
meant it should have. When I repair to foreign 
courts, I shall not need the introduction of an in- 
triguing adventurer, nor is it necessary for me to 
set value on the friendship of a hot-headed bully, 

[Exit* 

Craig. Morbleu ! my recruit is lost ! 

Buck. Ay, Craigie, the salmon is off with hook 
and all. But I'll after him, for I've had rathef more 
of his insolence than I can well digest. (Going.) 

Craig. You had better let me go with you. 

Buck. No, no, Craigie — keep you the cheek of 
the chimney-nook till I come back : you know you 
are not a fighting man ; and remember the old pro- 
verb — It's good sleeping in a hale skin. [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. — A Glen in the neighbourhood of Wolf's 
Crag. — The Tower in the back ground. 

Ravenswood crosses the stage slowly, his arms fold- 
ed, and apparently in deep meditation. 

Enter Bucklaw hastily, and out of breath. 

Buck. Halt, Sir ! — As soon as I can speak, I'll 
tell you my purpose. I am no political agent, — no 
Captain Craigengelt : I am Frank Hayston of Buck- 
law ; and no man ever injures me, by word, deed, 
sign, or look, but he must render me an account 
of it. 

Rav. This is all very well, Sir; but I have no 
quarrel with you, and desire to have none. 

Buck. Come, come, fine airs and wise saws shall 
not carry it off thus. You termed me bully, and 
you shall retract the word before we part. 

Rav. Scarcely, unless you show me better reasons 
for believing myself mistaken, than you are now pro- 
ducing. 



THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 15 

Buck. Draw, then. I always thought and said 
you were a pretty man, and should be sorry to re- 
port you otherwise. 

Rav, You shall have no reason, Sir. Defend 
yourself. — (They fight, Bucklaw is disarmed, and 
thrown upon one knee, J — Take your life, and mend 
it, if you can. 

Buck, It would be but a cobbled piece of work, I 
fear. But I thank you, Master, for my life. There's 
my hand. I bear you no ill will. 

Rav. (Taking his hand after a pause) — Bucklaw, 
you are a generous fellow, and I am convinced I 
have done you wrong. 

Buck, Are you indeed ? — That's more than I ex- 
pected ; for men say you are not too ready to retract 
your opinions or your language. 

Rav. Not when I have well considered them. 

Buck, Then you are a little wiser than I am. I 
always give my friend satisfaction first, and expla- 
nation afterwards. 

Rav, How is it, Bucklaw, you are so intimate 
with Craigengelt, so much your inferior in birth and 
spirit ? 

Buck. In plain terms, because I am a fool, who 
have gambled away my land, and been silly enough 
to put my thumb under his belt. I dare say, by 
this time, he has told a dozen pretty stories of me to 
the government, the end of which will be, that I 
shall be made shorter by the head ; and this is what 
I have got by wine, women, dice, cocks, dogs, and 
horses. 

Rav, True, Bucklaw. You have indeed nourish- 
ed in your bosom the snakes that are stinging you. 

Buck, That's home, as well as true, so there let 
the matter rest : but, by your leave, you have nou- 
rished in your bosom one great snake, that has 
swallowed all the rest. 

Rav, Indeed ! and how do you name it? 

Buck. Revenge ! — 'tis better breaking a park- 



16 THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 

pale, to watch a doe or a damsel, than to shoot an 
old man. 

Rav. I deny the purpose. On my soul, I had no 
such intention ; I meant but to confront the op- 
pressor ere I left my native land, and upbraid him 
with his tyranny and its consequences. I would 
have stated my wrongs, so that they should have 
shaken his soul within him. 

Buck. Yes ; your very look and manner would 
have frightened the old man to death. 

Rav. Consider the provocation — consider the ruin 
and death caused by his hard-hearted cruelty. An 
ancient house destroyed — an affectionate father mur- 
dered. Why, in our old Scottish days, he that sat 
quiet under such wrongs, would have been held un- 
fit to back a friend or face a foe. 

Buck. Well, well, Master, I would not chafe you 
by the recollection ; and now I must petition for a 
lodging, the remainder of the night, at Wolf's Crag. 
I fear discovery, should I return to the inn, and — 

Rav. The shelter of my roof you are welcome to. 
There sits the only male domestic that remains to 
the House of Ravenswood ; and 'tis well he does 
remain, or we had little hope to find light or fire. 
(Goes up to the gate, and knocks loudly several 
times.) The old man must be departed, or fall- 
en into a fit, for the noise I have made would have 
awakened the seven sleepers. (Knocks again.) 

The light disappears from the window, and Caleb 
cautiously opens a small casement over the gate, and 
puts out his head,— a lamp in his hand. 

Caleb. What's your wull ? 
Rav. Caleb!— 
Caleb. Master, is't you ? 

Rav. Yes, Caleb, 'tis I, — open the door quickly. 
Caleb. But is it you in very blood and body ? for 
I would sooner face fifty devils than my Master's 



THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 17 

ghaist, or even his wraith ; wherefore, aroint ye, if 
ye were ten times my Master, unless ye come in bo- 
dily shape, lith and limb. 

Rav. It is I, Caleb, in bodily shape, and alive ; 
save that I am half dead with cold. 

Caleb. Aweel, aweel, a moment's patience, while 
I unbar the gate. But are ye in truth men o' mould, 
that demand entrance at sic a time o' night ? 

Buck. If I were near you, you old blockhead, I'd 
give you a sufficient proof of my bodily condition. 

Rav. Open the gate, Caleb. 

Caleb slowly and cautiously opens the gate, and comes 
out, — a lamp in his hand. 

Caleb. Is it you, my dear Master ? Is it yoursel' 
indeed! And a strange gentleman with a — (Calls 
to Mysie, within) — Mysie, Mysie, woman ! Stir for 
dear life, and get the fire mended ; tak' the auld 
three-legged stool, or ony thing that's readiest, that 
will mak' a lowe. — I doubt we are but puirly provid- 
ed, no expecting you these some months, natheless — 

Rav. Natheless, Caleb, we must be accommoda- 
ted the best way you can. I hope you are not sorry 
to see me sooner than you expected ? 

Caleb. Sorry, my Lord ! I am sure ye sail aye be 
my Lord wi' a' honest men, as your noble ancestors 
were three hundred years ago. Sorry to see the 
Lord o' Ravens wood at ane o' his ain castles ? (To 
Mysie within) — Mysie, kill the brood hen without 
thinking twice on't ; let them care that come ahint. 
(To Bucklaw)--- No that it's our best dwelling, but 
just a place o' strength for the Lord o' Ravens wood 
to flee until, — that is, not to flee, but to retreat un- 
til, in perilous times : but, for its antiquity, maist 
folks think the outside of Wolf's Crag is worthy of 
a large perusal. 

Rav. And you seem determined we shall liave 
time to make it, Caleb. 



18 THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 

Buck, O, never mind the outside of the house, 
my good friend ; let's see the inside, that's all. 

Caleb. Oh yes, Sir,-— Aye, Sir, — Unquestionably, 
Sir,-— My Lord, and ony of his honourable compa- 
nions. Here John ! Thomas ! Saunders ! William ! 

Rav. I think Caleb, you had better trust to your- 
self, or I see little chance of our being attended to 
at all. 

Caleb. Whisht ! Sir ! For Heaven's sake ! If ye 
dinna regard your ain credit, think on mine ! We'll 
hae hard enough wark to make a decent night on't, 
with all the lies I can tell. 

Rav. Silence, Caleb, and show us the way. 

Caleb. Weel, weel ; it is no for the like o' me to 
dispute your honour's bidding ; but the lamp is no 
fit—for the credit o' the family— the siller candle- 
sticks ? 

Rav. Silence, Caleb, and proceed ! 

[Exeunt into Tower. 

SCENE III— The Hall in Wolf's Crag. 

Caleb shows in Ravenswood and Bucklaw, and 
exit, leaving the lamp on the table. 

Rav. Comfort, Bucklaw, I cannot provide for 
you, for I have it not for myself. Shelter and safe- 
ty, I think I can promise. 

Buck. Excellent things, Master; and with a mouth- 
ful of food and wine, all I can require for the re- 
mainder of the night. 

Rav. I fear your repast will be a poor one. (A noise 
without between Caleb and Mysie. — They retire up. J 

Enter Caleb and Mysie. 

Caleb. Just make the best on't— make the best 
on't, woman. It's easy to put a fair face on ony 
thing. 



THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 19 

Mysie. But the auld brood-hen ? She'll be as 
teugh as bow-strings and bend-leather. 

Caleb. Say ye made a mistak'— Say ye made a mis- 
tak', Mysie ! Tak' it a' on yoursel' ; never let the 
credit of the house suffer. 

Mysie. But the brood-hen ? — an' she's sitting some 
gate, aneath the dais in the ither chaumer ; and I am 
fear'd to gang in the dark for the bogle ; and there's 
no anither light in the house, save that blessed lamp 
whilk stands upon the table. 

Caleb. Weel, weel, Mysie, bide ye a wee, and I'll 
try to get the lamp wiled awa frae them. 

{Exit Mysie. 

Ravenswood and Bucklaw come forward. 

Rav. Well, Caleb, my old friend, is there any chance 
of supper ? 

Caleb. Chance of supper, your Lordship ! How 
suld there be any doubt of that, and we in your 
Lordship's house ! Chance of supper indeed ! — But 
ye'll no be for butcher-meat. There's walth o' fat 
poultry either for spit or brander ! The fat capon, 
Mysie ? 

Buck. Nay, nay, my good friend, if you have any 
thing cold, or a morsel of bread. 

Caleb. The best o' bannocks ! and for cauld meat, 
a' that we hae is cauld eneugh. 

Rav. Come, Caleb, I must cut this matter short. 
This is the young Laird of Bucklaw — he is under 
hiding, and therefore you know 

Caleb. Oh, then he canna say muckle again our 
housekeeping, for I believe his ain pinches may 
match ours ; no that we are pinched, thank God ! 
but nae doubt, waur aff than we hae been, or suld 
be ; and for eating, what signifies a lie, there's just 
the hinder end of the mutton ham that has been but 
three times on the table, and the nearer the bane 



20 THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 

the sweeter, as your honours weel ken, — and,— 
there's the heel o' the ewe-milk kebbuck, wi' a bit 
o' nice butter, and — and — and that's a' that? s to 
trust to. 

Buck. Never fear, my old friend, we'll do justice 
to it. Get it ready. But, in the mean time, give 
me a drink of your ale. 

Caleb. Ale. — I wadna just presume to recommend 
our ale — the maut was ill made, and there was awfu* 
thunner last week : but siccan water as the Tower- 
well has, ye'll seldom see, and that Til engage for. 

Buck. Damn your water ! 

Caleb. It's a perfect cordial. 

Buck. You may take it yourself, then, but fetch 
me some wine. 

Caleb. {Aside.) — I was jalousing this chiel was 
nae water drinker. Wine !-»- Eneugh of wine, — it 
was but twa days syne, waes me for the cause. 
There never was lack of wine at Wolf's Crag. 

Rav . Fetch us some, then, if you have any left, 
instead of talking about it : but first light Mr Buck- 
law and myself to the apartment he is to occupy, 
—the secret chamber. 

Caleb. The secret chaumer ! 

Buck. Nay, 'tis now too near day-break to think 
of rest ; but I shall play the devil with Mr Caleb's 
mutton ham. 

Caleb. Weel, weel, your honour will excuse all de- 
ficiencies o' furniture and bedding, for wha wad hae 
thought o' the secret chaumer being needed? It 
has never been used syne the time o' the Gowrie 
Conspiracy, and I durst never let ony o' the women 
folk ken the entrance to it, or your honours will 
allow it wadna hae been a secret chaumer lang. 

\Bxeunt. 



THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 21 

SCENE IV.— The Neighbourhood of Wolfs Crag. 

Day-break. 

Enter a numerous party of Hunters. 

GLEE and CHORUS. 

The monk must arise when the matins ring, 

The abbot may sleep to their chime, 
But the yeoman must start when the bugles sing, 

9 Tis time, my hearts, 9 tis time. 

There 9 s bucks and raes on Bilhope braes, 
There's a herd in Shortwood Shaw, 

But a lily-white doe in the garden gaes, 
She 9 s fairly worth them a 9 . 

1st Forest. I fear we shall have little sport to-day, 
lads. There's a storm coming on, will force us to 
seek shelter. — (Thunder, lightning, and rain.) — 
Hark !— 

Enter Lockhart. 

Lock. Where are Sir William and Miss Lucy ? 
Have they returned to the castle ? 

1st Forest. I think not ; I saw them leave their 
horses at the foot of the hill, and take the path up 
to the old tower at Wolf's Crag. 

Lock. I am glad they have found shelter at any 
rate. — (Thunder, <§y\) — The storm increases, and 
threatens to be severe. Away my lads ! — There's 
plenty of good liquor down at the Tod's Hole ! some 
of you follow me to the Tower, with the horses. 

[Exeunt. 



22 THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 

SCENE V.— The Hall in Wolf's Crag. 

Thunder, Lightning, and Rain. 

Enter Caleb. 

Caleb. The deiFs in that chiel, Bucklaw, — as sune 
as he heard the horns, awa' he scamper'd to the hunt. 
— (Thunder, §c.) — Eh Sirs ! but here's a sudden 
storm. He'll sune be back, and how sail I provide 
for the day ? Praise be bless'd, the Master is nae 
epicure, and little will serve him; but, as for Bucklaw, 
gude safe us but he'd eat a horse ahint the saddle : 
he has clean made an end o' the mutton Jiam, and, 
in a' my contrivances, I canna haud it out abune 
the day. (A loud knocking at the Gate. Storm 
continues.} 

{Voice without.) Holloa ! — 

Caleb. Eh, wha hae we got here now ? (looks out 
of the window) .Mercy on us! a gentleman and a 
leddy. — What sail I do ! I darena let them in. 
(Knocking continued.) 

Enter Ravenswood. 

Rav. What is the matter, Caleb ? 

Caleb. Matter, my Lord ! Here's stranger folk at 
the gate ; but an they brat it down, they'll no get in 
to see how ill we are provided. 

Rav. Open the gate instantly, and admit them. 

Caleb. He's daft — he's clean daft — to think o' 
admitting lords and leddies, and nae sae muckle 
as ae saut herring in a' the house. Natheless, 
he maun be obey'd. — 



THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 23 



Caleb opens the gate and admits Sir "William 
Ashton and Lucy. — Sir William in a large 
scarlet cloke, and hat slouched to conceal his face. 
— Lucy in a riding-dress and mask. 

Sir W. The sudden storm has separated us from 
our attendants at the hunt, and we beg for shelter 
till it is over. 

Caleb. Your honours are right welcome to Wolf's 
Crag. But I crave pardon, for that a' the rest o' 
the people are gane out to see the hunt. 

Rav. (coming forward.) Silence — Balderstone ! — 
your folly is unseasonable ! 

Caleb. He's daft — clean daft — red wud and awa' 
wi't. But de'il hae Caleb Balderstone, if the credit 
o' the family shall suffer, though he were as mad as 
the seven wise masters. Wi' your honour's per- 
mission, I'll serve up some slight refection for the 
young leddy, and a glass of tokay, or old sack, or — 

Rav. Truce to this ill-timed foolery, and interrupt 
us no more with your absurdities. 

Caleb. Your honour's pleasure is to be obeyed 
abune a' things ; natheless, for the sack and tokay, 
which it is not your noble guests' pleasure to ac- 
cept 

Rav. Leave the room, Caleb. 

Caleb. Assuredly, your honour. \JLxit Caleb. 



Sir William, Lucy, and Ravenswood come forward. 

Sir W. This, then, is the ancient castle of Wolf's 
Crag ! It was, as I have heard, one of the earliest 
possessions of the noble family of Ravenswood. 

Rav. Their earliest, and, probably, their latest pos- 
session. I am the heir of that unfortunate house ; 
and now, methinks, it is time I should know, who 
they are who have so highly honoured my poor ha- 
bitation ? 



24 THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 



Sir William is going to throw off his disguise, but 
hesitates. — Ravenswood looks steadily at him ; — a 
short pause. 

Rav. I perceive Sir William Ashton is unwilling 
to announce himself in the castle of Wolf's Crag. 

Sir TV. I had hoped it was unnecessary, and am 
obliged to you, Sir, for breaking the ice at once. 
Lucy, my love, lay aside your veil, and let us ex- 
press our gratitude to the Master openly. 

Lucy, Qiesitatingly.') If he will condescend to ac- 
cept our acknowledgments. 

Rav. Miss Ashton will, I hope, believe me sincere, 
when I declare my happiness at being able to afford 
her the shelter of this roof. [_Salutes her respectfully. 

A noise as of the trampling of horses without. 

Buck, (without.') Holloa ! Caleb ! Caleb Balder- 
stone ! where's the rest of the mutton ham ? 

Enter Caleb hastily. 

Sir William and Lucy retire up. 

Caleb. Gude safe us ! there's that mad chiel 
Bucklaw wi' a' the hunting folk. De'il fetch him, 
to bring sic a crew here, that will expect brandy as 
plenty as ditch-water. 

Rav. I fear, Caleb, we must be inhospitable now. 

Caleb. Never ye mind, my Lord, dinna trouble 
yoursel' about it, they shall no beat Caleb Balder- 
stone ; an I can once get rid o' these, a' shall gang 
right yet. Here ! John ! Thomas ! Saunders ! 
Davie ! where are ye a' ? — Why dinna ye open the 
gate to Mr Bucklaw and his attendants ? 

[_Eait at gate. 



THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 25 

Sir William comes forward with Ravenswood. 

Sir TV. Ravenswood, there is no time for expla- 
nation like the present. At any price I must pur- 
chase your friendship. I would not ostentatiously 
declare how I have already served you, but to gain 
the point nearest to my heart. Had it not been for 
me, you would now have been a prisoner in the 
Castle of Edinburgh, for your share in the riot at the 
funeral of your father. That my influence crushed 
the proceedings against you, let these papers be my 
evidence. [Gives Ravenswood a packet. 

Ravenswood takes the packet, — reads and appears 
much agitated. 

Rav. Is it possible ? can I have been so much de- 
ceived ! {After an effort, takes Sir William by the 
hand.) My Lord Keeper, again and again I solicit 
your pardon, for the injustice of which I have been 
guilty. I thought you my bitterest enemy, when I 
was receiving at your hand the benefit of protection 
to my person and vindication to my character. 

Sir TV. Now, then, we understand each other; 
and from this moment be all our former enmity for- 
gotten. 

Caleb reenters from gate. 

Caleb. I hae got rid o' Bucklaw, and a' the hunt- 
ing folk ; and now, to contrive for dinner. Your 
honours, nae doubt, are weary o' waiting for re- 
freshment, but it will no be lang. (To Ravenswood.) 
Tak' them up to the tap o' the tower, to admire the 
view. Do, for heaven's sake, Sir, while I spread 
the table. 

Rav. True, Caleb, — we must not let our guests 
remain without refreshment ; and here — take my 
purse, I believe that will prove your best ally. 

c 2 



26 THE BRIDE OP LAMMERMOOR. 

Caleb. Purse ! purse indeed ! what should I do 
wi' your lordship's purse ? A' is providing in the 
kitchen, but take awa' the guests for a few minutes. 

Rav. I believe, Sir William, we had better leave 
Caleb to prepare the poor repast he has to offer. The 
view from the tower is much admired, — and, as the 
storm has passed away, if Miss Ashton is not fa- 
tigued 

Lucy. Not in the least. 

Sir TV. We attend you willingly. \_Ezeunt. 
Ravenswood leads Lucy.~] 

Caleb. Heaven be praised ! I hae got rid o' them. 
I wad like to hae ta'en his honour's purse : why 
couldna' he hae slippit it gently into my hand, — but 
afore the strange folk, it wasna for the credit o' the 
family. But how to provide— what sail I contrive. 
This is the sairest push for the honour o' the house 
we hae had yet. Natheless, something must be — 

(At this moment a violent clap of thunder Caleb 

stands aghast, but recovers himself instantly with a 
strong expression of joy in his countenanced) Eh ! 
Gude save us ! The thunner ! — The thunner 
comes to hand like the bowl o' a pint stoup. Here, 
Mysie ! Mysie, woman ! what are ye sitting greeting 
in the chimney-nuik for ?•— Come here— or stay — stay 
- where ye are, and skirl as loud as ye can. It's a' 
ye'r guid for, — I say, ye auld deevil, skirl — skirl — 
louder— -louder, woman : gar the gentles hear ye at 
the tap of the tower — I've heard ye as far aff as 
the Bass for a less matter—and stay — down wi' 
that crockery. — {Goes off at the side and throws down 
the crockery, — returns.) 

Enter Mysie in great alarm* 

Mysie. Mercy save us. The auld man's gaen 
wud ! He has dang down a' the bits o' pigs, — the 

\ only thing we had to haud a soup milk 

Caleb. Haud your tongue, ye auld deevil — a's pro- 



THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 27 

vided now — dinner, and a' thing — the thunner's 
done it a' in the clap o' a hand. 

Mysie. Pair man ! His muckle astray ! I wish he 
may ever come hame to himsel' again. 

Caleb. Here, ye auld doited deevil — swear the 
thunner came down the chimney and spoiled the 
best dinner ye ever dress'd. Beef— bacon — kid- 
lark — leveret — wild fowl — venison, and what not — 
lay it on thick, and never mind expenses. — Get awa, 
and skirl — (pushes Mysie out) wull a wins ! wull a 
wins ! sic a misfortune to beta' the house o' Ra- 
venswood, and I to live to see it. 

Enter Ravenswood, Sir William, and Lucy. 

Rav. What is the matter, Caleb ?— Has any part 
of the Castle fallen? 

Caleb. Castle fa'en ! na ! but the sute's fa'en, and 
the thunner's come right down the kitchen lum, 
and the things are a' lying here awa' there awa', 
like the Laird o' Hotchpotch's lands ! — and wi' brave 
guests o' honour and quality to entertain. 

Rav. Keep your intolerable nonsense to yourself, 
you old fool. 

Caleb. (Aside to Ravenswood.) Haud your tongue, 
for heaven's sake, Sir, — If it's my pleasure to hazard 
my saul in telling lies for the honour of the family, 
its nae business of your's— and if ye let me gang on 
quietly, I'll be moderate in my banquet ; but if ye 
contradict me, de'il hae me, but I'll dress ye a din- 
ner fit for a duke. 

Ravenswood retires, Caleb addresses Sir William. 

Nae muckle provision — might hae served four 
persons o' quality : first course — capons in white 
broth — roast kid- — bacon wi' reverence ; second 
course — roasted leveret — butter crabs — a veal floren- 
tine ; third course— black cock— (its black eneugh 



28 THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 

nowwi' the sute,)— plurridamas — a tart— a flam — and 
some nonsense comfits and sweet things, and that's 
a' — that's just a' was o't — forbye the apples and 
pears. {They all laugh.) The de'il's in the gentles. 
The loss of the best dinner that cook ever put 
fingers to, makes them as merry as if it was the best 
jest in a' George Buchanan ! If there was as little in 
your honours' weams, as in Caleb Balderstone's, less 
cackling wad serve ye on sic a gravaminous subject — 
a description o' a dinner that wad hae made a fu' 
man hungry, and them to stand there laughing at 
it. 

Sir W. Mr Butler, we are heartily sorry for the 
misfortune that has befallen your dinner ; but as your 
master is going with me to Ravenswood Castle 

Caleb. Ga'in' to Ravenswood Castle ! 

Sir W. Do me the favour to accept this for the 
trouble we have given you— (gives money.) Ravens- 
wood, as the day is now fine, we had better set out 
immediately. 

Rav. I'll attend your Lordship — I have a few 
words to say to Caleb, and then 

Sir W. We'll wait for you at the gate. My peo- 
ple, I see, are arrived, and have brought our horses. 
\_Exeunt Sir William and Lucy A. 

Caleb. Ga'in' to Ravenswood Castle ! The mercy 
of heaven forbid !— 

Rav. And why, Caleb ? 

Caleb. Oh Sir !— Oh Mr Edgar !— that is, my 
Lord ! I am your servant, and it ill becomes me to 
speak \ but I'm an auld servant, and your ain con- 
science tells you it isna' for your father's son to be 
neighbouring wi' the like o' him. It isna for the 
credit o' the family : an ye were ance to come to 
terms and get back your ain, I wadna say nay, for 
the young leddy is a winsome sweet creature. 

Rav. Now, Caleb, you go farther than I do ; you 
are for marrying me into a family you will not even 
allow me to visit, and you look as pale as death be- 
sides. 



THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. £9 

Caleb. Aweel ! I wad ye wad let the strangers ride 
to Ravenswood alone ; but since it canna be — there, 
— there's three gowd pieces ; and ye'll want siller up 
bye, yonder. 

Rav. You forget, Caleb. I have gold of my own. 
Keep them to yourself ; and, once more, good day 
to you. 

Caleb. (Holding him. J And you will go then ? 
And you will go for all I have said to you. Aweel ; 
a wilful man maun hae his way. He that will to 
Cupar, maun to Cupar. But pity o' your life, Sir, 
if ye be fowling or shooting in the park. Beware o' 
drinking at the Mermaiden's Well. (Exit Ravens- 
woop.J He's gaen ! He's doun the path, arrow- 
flight after her. The head's as clean taen aff the 
Ravenswood family this day, as I wad chap the head 
aff a sybo. — Close to her bridle-rein, — close to her 
bridle-rein. And yet, without this lass, would not 
our ruin have been altogether fulfilled ! (Exit. 



ACT III. 

SCENE I. — A Room in Bucklaw's House. 
Enter Bucklaw and Craigengelt. 

Buck. I tell you what, Craigie, the Master has 
used me unlike a gentleman, in shutting me out of 
his old crazy tower. But he gave me my life once ; 
so there let the matter rest for the present. Should 
he cross me again, he would do well to look to himself. 

Craig. Aye, that he would ; for when you are in 
practice, I'd bet a magnum you are through him be- 
fore the third pass. 

Buck. Then you know nothing of the matter, and 



30 THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 

you never saw him fence. But, since my old aunt, 
Lady Girnington, is dead, and I have got her estate, 
there are better things to be done than fighting and 
squabbling. I have more respect for her memory 
than to suffer her lands so soon to get another owner. 
And now, Craigie, I'll make you happy, by letting 
you into a secret, a plot — a noosing plot. 

Craig, A marrying matter ? 

Back. Ay, a marriage, man ! But why grow the 
rubies on thy cheek so pale ? Thou shalt have a cor- 
ner at the table, though all the petticoats in Lothian 
had sworn the contrary ! Tut man, I am not the boy 
to put myself into leading-strings. 

Craig. So says many an honest fellow ; but curse 
me if I know the reason, the women could never 
bear me, and always contrived to trundle me out of 
favour before the honey-moon was over. But who is 
the lady ? 

Buck. What do you think of Miss Lucy Ashton ? 

Craig. The prettiest lass in Lothian ! But report 
says, the old sneck-drawing whigamore, her father, 
is going to throw her away upon that rag of pride 
and beggary, the Master of Ravenswood, because he 
saved her life : They have got him up to the castle 
on purpose. 

Buck. They may say what they please, but I know 
better. 

Craig. But I tell you they are constantly toge- 
ther, and at all hours. I would give a trifle though, 
if I thought the girl had spirit enough to jilt that 
damned son of a Spaniard. 

Buck. I request, Sir, you'll not use the word jilt 
and Miss Ashton's name together. 

Craig. Jilt, did I say ? — Discard, my lad of acres ; 
by Jove, I meant to say discard. 

Buck. Now the question is, will you be useful ? 

Craig. Useful ! And to thee, my lad of lands ! 
Why, I would tramp barefooted through the world 
for thee. 



THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 31 

Buck. Why then you must take a ride for me, and 
immediately too. 

Craig. I'll ride a thousand miles, and call them a 
flea's leap. I'll get my horse saddled directly. 

Buck. You had better first learn your errand. You 
know my kinswoman, old Lady Blinkinsop in North- 
umberland. I lost her acquaintance while I was 
poor, but now I am rich again, the light of her coun- 
tenance shines upon me. 

Craig. Damn all such double-faced jades. This 
will I say for John Craigengelt : — that he's his 
friend's friend, through good report and bad report, 
honesty and riches ; and you know something of that 
yourself, Bucklaw. 

Buck. Well, well, Lady Ashton, the Lord Keeper's 
Lady Keeper, has been, for some time, on a visit to 
my kinswoman. Now, as these ladies consider their 
husbands of no consequence, they have thought pro- 
per, without consulting Sir William, to arrange a ma- 
trimonial alliance between Lucy Ashton and my right 
honourable self; and I think the thing is reasonable, 
and will suit me well enough. Lady Ashton is on 
her return home, and I want a confidential person to 
meet her with some writings. 

Craig. Say no more, Bucklaw, I'm your man. Ill 
ride to the end of the world, the very gates of Jeri- 
cho, and the judgment-seat of Prester John. 

Buck. Why, I believe you'd do something for me, 
and a great deal more for yourself. Any one could 
carry the writings, but you'll have more to do. 
You must hint to her ladyship, as if it were a matter 
of little consequence, Bavenswood's visit, and his 
intercourse with Lucy : I should like to hear what 
she says to all this ; for, damn me, if I have any idea 
of starting for the plate, if he has odds against me 
already. 

Craig. Zounds man, you shall win her, point, 
quint, and quatorze, my king of trumps ; you shall 
pique, repique and capot him. 



32 THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 

Buck. And harkye, Craigie, as you are going 
among women of rank, I'll thank ye to forget your 
oaths and dammes. I'll write to them though, that 
you are a blunt, untaught fellow. 

Craig. Ay, ay, a plain, blunt, honest, downright 
soldier. 

Buck. Not too honest, nor too much of the soldier 
either ; but such as thou art, 'tis my luck to need 
thee, for I must have spurs put to Lady Ashton's 
motions. 

Craig. I'll dash them up to the rowel-heads. She 
shall come here at a full gallop, like a cow chased 
by a whole nest of hornets. 

Buck. And harkye, Craigie, your boots and doub- 
let are good enough for drinking in, but somewhat 
too greasy for tea-table service. Get thyself a little 
better rigged out, and here's to pay all charges. 
{Offers him a purse.) 

Craig. Nay, Bucklaw, on my soul you use me ill, 
very ill ; but since you will have it so, I must be 
conforming. {Takes the purse.) 

Buck. You may ride the black crop-ear— ^and 
harkye, I'll make you a present of him to boot. 

Craig. Then, before I go, one glass to the suc- 
cess of the mission. 

Buck. Pledge ye with all my heart. Step down 
to the cellar, and fetch up a bottle of the Burgundy, 
1668. It's in the fourth bin from the right-hand cor- 
ner ; and I say, Craigie, while you are about it, 
fetch up half a dozen. Gad, we'll make a night 
on't. A night-cowl of good Burgundy is worth all 
the considering caps in Europe. 

\Bxeunt. 



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SCENE II. Alice's Cottage as in the First Act. 

Alice seated as before. 
Enter Ravens wood, Lucy, and Henry Ashton. 

Lucy. Yonder is the old woman at her usual seat. 
Henry, go and lead her down to us. 

Alice. I hear your step, Miss Ashton ; but the gen- 
tleman who accompanies you is not my lord your 
father. 

Lucy. Why should you think so, Alice ? you hear 
a man's step, I grant, but why may it not be my 
father's? 

Alice. The pace of age, my love, is timid and 
cautious. It is the hasty and determined step of 
youth I now hear, and, could I give credit to so 
strange a thought, I should say it was the step of a 
Ravenswood. 

Rav. This acuteness of organ I could not have 
credited, had I not witnessed it. I am indeed, Alice, 
the son of your old master. 

Alice. You ! you here ! In this place, and thus 
accompanied ! I can scarcely believe it ! what do 
you here, Master of Ravenswood, in your enemy's 
domain, and in company with his child ? 

Lucy. The Master of Ravenswood is on a visit to 
my father. 

Alice. Indeed ! 

Lucy. And I knew I should please him by con- 
ducting him to your cottage. 

Rav. Where, to say the truth, Alice, I expected 
a more cordial reception. 

Alice. Harkye, young man. Your fathers were 
implacable, but they were honourable foes. They 
sought not to ruin their enemies under the mask of 
hospitality ; what have you to do with Lucy Ashton ? 
Why should your steps move in the same footpath 



34} THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 

with her's ? Why should your voices sound in the 
same chord and time ? Young man, he who aims 
at revenge by dishonourable means 

Rav. Be silent, woman. Is it some fiend that 
prompts you ? Know, this young lady has not upon 
earth a friend who would go farther to save her from 
injury and insult. 

Alice. And is it even so ? — Then heaven help you 
both ! 

Lacy. Amen, Alice, and send you your senses 
and your good humour. If you hold this mysterious 
language, instead of welcoming your friends, they 
will think of you as other people do. 

Rav. And how do other people think ? 

Henry, (whispering Ravensicood.) They think she's 
a witch, and should have been burnt at Haddington. 

Alice, (inflamed by violent passion.) What is that 
you say ? that I am a witch, and should have suffer- 
ed with the helpless old wretches who were murder- 
ed at Haddington ? 

Henry. Hear to that now, and me whispering 
lower than a wren cheeps. 

Alice. If the usurer, and the oppressor, and the 
grinder of the poor man's fare, and the remover of 
ancient landmarks, and the subverter of ancient 
houses, were at the same stake with me, I should 
say — light the fire, in the name of Heaven. 

Lucy. This is dreadful ! Come, Henry ! She 
wishes to speak to the Master alone. We will re- 
turn homewards, and wait for you at the Mermaid- 
en's Well. \_Exit with Henry. 

Alice. And you, too, are angry with me for my 
love. It is just that strangers should be offended ; 
but you, too, are angry. 

Rav. I am not angry, Alice — only surprised that 
you, whose good sense I have so often heard praised, 
should give way to offensive and unfounded suspi- 
cions. 

Alice. Truth is ever offensive — but not unfounded. 



THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 35 

When did a Ravenswood ever seek the house of 
his enemy, but with the purpose of revenge ; and 
hither you are come, Edgar Ravenswood, in fatal 
anger, or in still more fatal love. 

Rax\ You drive me to madness, Alice. Do you 
suppose I cannot walk by a young lady's side 
without plunging headlong in love with her ? 

Alice. My thoughts are my own ; and if my mor- 
tal sight is closed to objects present with me, it may 
be I can look with more steadiness into future 
events. Are you prepared to sit lowest at the board 
which was once your father's own, as a connexion 
and ally of his proud successor ? Are you ready to 
live on his bounty ? to follow him in the bye-paths 
of interest and chicane, which none can better point 
out to you? To gnaw the bones of his prey, when 
he has devoured the substance? Can you say as 
Sir William Ashton says ? think as he thinks ? vote 
as he votes? and call your father's murderer your 
revered patron ? Ravenswood ! I am the oldest ser- 
vant of your father's house, and I would rather see 
you shrouded and coffined. 

Rav. Woman ! on the verge of the grave, dare 
you urge the son of your master to blood and to 
revenge ? 

Alice. Heaven forbid ! And, therefore, would I 
have you shun these fatal bounds. Ravenswood, a 
dark prophecy hangs over your house, and my fore- 
boding spirit trembles, lest in you it should be ac- 
complished. Hear the fatal words, and may they 
sink deep into your heart : — 

" When the last Lord of Ravenswood to Ravenswood shall ride, 

" And woo a dead maiden to be his bride ; 

" In the hall of his fathers his blood shall flow, 

" And his name shall be lost for evermoe." 

Rav. Away with these idle tales of superstition — 
tell me directly where my danger lies. 



36 THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 

Alice. I will speak the truth, whether my can- 
dour be for good or evil : — Lucy Ashton loves you ! 

Rav. It is impossible ! 

Alice. A thousand circumstances have proved it 
to me. Having told you this, if you are indeed your 
father's son, you will make it a pretence for flying 
from her presence. Depart, Master of Ravenswood, 
you have my secret. If you remain an hour under 
Sir William Ashton* s roof, without the resolution to 
marry his daughter, you are a villain ; — if, with the 
purpose of allying yourself with him, you are an in- 
fatuated and predestined fool. \_Exit into the cottage. 

Rav. {solus.) She loves me then, and I am trifling 
with her affection. Dare I examine my own heart ? 
Alas ! I fear her image is too strongly impressed on 
it : To sue for the hand of an Ashton, and to be re- 
fused — this were a consummation too disgraceful. 
I wish her well, and, for her sake, forgive the inju- 
ries her father has done to my house ; but I will now 
see her for the last time, and take my leave of her 
for ever. \Exit Rav. 

SCENE III.— The Mermaiden's Well, as in Act 1st. 

Enter Lucy and Henry Ashton. 

Lucy. Nay, Henry, why are you so impatient? 
You will lose but a few minutes' sport by waiting 
till the Master joins us. 

Henry. But I tell you, Lucy, I am to go to the 
ring-walk with Norman, and I shall be too late. I 
would not stay away for a gold jacobus — but here 
comes Ravenswood, so you must take his arm back 
to the castle. [Exit. 

Enter Ravenswood. 

Lucy. My madcap brother has left me alone. No- 
thing has charms for him beyond a minute. 



THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOIt. Sj 

Rav. Miss Ashton, do you not admire the wild 
beauty of this spot ? 

Lucy. I have always been fond of wandering 
here ; and the more so, because it is, as I have 
heard, a spot connected with the legendary lore I 
love so well. 

Rav. It has been thought a place fatal to our fa- 
mily, and I have some reason to term it so. It was 
here I first saw Miss Ashton, and here I must take 
my leave of her for ever. 

Lucy. Take leave of us ! What can have hap- 
pened to hurry you away ? I know Alice hates — I 
mean, dislikes my father — yet he is powerful ; wait 
till you see what his gratitude will do for you. 

Rav. It is not to your father, Miss Ashton, but 
to my own exertions that I ought to owe success in 
the career on which I am about to enter.-- (Lucy 
turns away to conceal her emotion— Ravens wood 
takes her by the hand)— Forgive my rudeness — I am 
too rough — too intractable, to deal with any being 
so soft and gentle as you are. Forget that so stern 
a vision has crossed your path of life, and let me 
pursue mine, sure that I can meet no worse misfor- 
tune after the moment that divides me from your 
side. 

Lucy. (Struggling to conceal her emotion.) Yet 
stay to take leave of my father. Surely the delay 
of a few hours — I was unprepared for the surprise, 
— and 

Rav. Lucy, your trembling hand, your rising 
tears, excite a hope 'tis madness to indulge, and 
worse than madness to resign. Hear me — forgive 
me — and, in one word, decide my fate. One word 
from you for ever blends our destiny, or sends me 
through the world, the victim of a rash and hope- 
less passion. Speak, I implore you — there's life or 
death upon your answer. 

Lucy. Rise, I intreat— your violence terrifies and 
grieves me. Ravenswood, you are the preserver of 



38 THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 

my life ; you have a claim upon my gratitude — my 
affection— which my heart will never refuse to 
ratify. 

Rav. {Embracing her.)- — Transporting sound ! 
Here, then, receive my vow of sole and undivided 
love— for ever I am yours ; and may that power 
which witnesses, approve the solemn compact. But 
now 'tis fit I should inform Sir William. Ravens- 
wood must not seem to dwell under his roof, to so- 
licit, clandestinely, the affections of his daughter. 

Lucy. You would not speak to my father yet ? 
Oh do not, do not ! I am sure he loves you — I am 
sure he will consent, — but my mother — alas ! I fear 
my mother 

Rav. Your mother, my Lucy ? What could she 
object to the alliance ? 

Lucy. I did not say object ; but she is jealous of 
her rights, and may claim a mother's title to be con- 
sulted. 

Rav. Be it so. We will wait her arrival. 
Lucy, But were it not better to wait a few weeks. 
Were my mother to see you — to know you— I am 
sure she would approve ; but you are personally un- 
acquainted, and the ancient feud between the fa- 
milies 

Rav. Lucy, I have sacrificed for your love pro- 
jects of vengeance long nursed, and sworn to with 
ceremonies little better than heathen. On the even- 
ing which succeeded my poor father's funeral, I cut 
a lock from my hair, and, as it consumed in the 
flames, I swore that my rage and revenge should 
pursue his enemies, till they shrivelled before me, 
like that scorched-up symbol of annihilation. 

Lucy. And why do you now recal sentiments so 
terrible ? Bind me by what vows you please. If 
rows are unnecessary to secure constancy, they may 
yet prevent suspicion. 

Rav. Lucy, forgive me. I will not, by the 
slightest breath of doubt, imply suspicion, which my 



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breast can never know — (breaks a piece of gold, and 
presents her half.)' "Let this be the mutual emblem 
of our love. I place it next my heart, and never 
shall it quit that place till you demand it. 

Lucy. And never shall this leave my bosom until 
you, Edgar Ravenswood, ask me to resign it to you ; 
and, while I wear it, never shall that heart acknow- 
ledge any other love than yours. 

Enter hastily, Henry Ashton, Lockhart, and 
several Domestics. 

Henry. I thought I should find you here. Why, 
Lucy, what have you and the Master to say to each 
other, that you loiter so long : All the servants are 
seeking you : My mother's suddenly arrived, and 
my brother, and all's in a bustle and uproar. 

Lucy. My mother arrived so unexpectedly ! 

Lock. Yes, Madam ; my Lady and the Colonel. 
Sir William is alarmed at your long absence, and 
has sent us to search for you. 

Lucy. Good Lockhart, I am glad you have found 
us. We will follow you with all speed to the castle. 
(Lockhart and the domestics retire.') 

Rav. Now Lucy, I fear your trials will begin. 

Lucy. Ravenswood, once more hear me repeat 
my resolution : Though I will never wed man with- 
out the consent of my parents, neither force nor per- 
suasion shall dispose of my hand, till you renounce 
the right I have freely given you to call it yours 
alone. \JLxeunt. 



END OF ACT III. 



D 



40 THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR, 

ACT IV. 

SCENE I. — An Apartment in Ravenswood Castle. 
Enter Lady Ashton, followed by Sir William. 

Sir W. Nay, my dear Eleanor, listen to reason 
for a moment. Why is it, that, on your return from 
so long an absence, you assail me with reproaches, 
counteract all my plans, and rudely dismiss from my 
house a guest whom I had invited ? 

Lady A. Rather ask your own conscience, my 
Lord, why you have become a renegade to your 
own party and opinions ?— why you have abandoned 
the ruling principle of your life, and descended so 
low, as absolutely to plan a marriage between your 
daughter and a beggarly bankrupt, who has ever 
been the inveterate enemy of you and yours ? 

Sir W. But by your insulting treatment of Ra- 
venswood, you have revived the enmity of one who 
has too much the power of harming us. 

Lady A. Were we not ever foes ? and when did 
you know a Douglas accessible to fear ? But he is 
gone, and, in all probability, will trouble us no more. 

Sir TV* The Marquis of Athol has warmly espous- 
ed the cause of his kinsman, Ravenswood. His 
power and influence may obtain a fresh decree to 
wrest our large possessions from us, and restore this 
ruined family to rank and riches. Surely a con- 
nexion which would end for ever the unhappy 
feuds 

Lady A. Never' ■ -though the loss of rank and 
power were certain— never shall those feuds be end- 
ed by such a marriage. You are aware, I have al- 
ready received and accepted the most flattering pro- 
posals from Mr Hayston of BuckJaw— I expect him 
every hour. He has the first estate and influence in 



THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 41 

the country ; and, against this match, what reason- 
able objection can you urge ? 

Sir W. None, but her own repugnance. If Lucy 
freely consent to receive the addresses of Bucklaw, 
my wishes will accord with yours. But if her heart 
remain with Ravenswood, her hand shall not be 
forced upon another. 

Lady A. She already repents of the engagement 
into which she has been trepanned. I have a mo- 
ther's authority to annul it, and fear not to obtain 
her ready compliance. 

Enter a Servant. 

Serv. Mr Hayston of Bucklaw is arrived, my Lady. 

Lady A. I rejoice to hear it, and will wait on him 
immediately. {Exit servant.^ And now, Sir Wil- 
liam, let us prepare Lucy for the interview. She is 
acquainted with this proposal, and when she finds it 
warmly sanctioned by her parents, she will, I trust, 
at once abandon every thought disgraceful to her 
birth, and yield her happiness to our disposal. 

{Exeunt. 

SCENE II. — Another Apartme?it in the Castle. 

A Servant shows in Bucklaw and Craigengelt, 
and exit. 

Craig. May I be double distanced, if ever I saw 
a man in my life have less the air of a bridegroom ! 
Cut me out of feather, if you don't look as if you 
were condemned to be hanged. 

Buck. Why, Craigie, I never spoke ten words to 
a woman of rank in my life. The chance is, I 
shall make but a bungling business of this. 

Craig. Why, you were bold enough the day you 
met her at the hunt. 

Buck. Ay, ay, because she had a mask on, and I 

d 2 



42 THE BRIDE OF &AMMERMOOR. 

was at home there — I was in my element. If she 
would talk about hunting, I should get on ; but the 
chance is, I shall scarcely stammer through half a 
sentence in the regular way. 

Craig. Never fear! Muster up your courage. 
Speak boldly, and the prize is won. 

Enter Lady Ashton and Lucy. (Lucy is extremely 
pale, and appears to pay little attention to the pass- 
ing scene, as if almost unconscious of the conversa- 
tion.) 

Lady A. My dear Bucklaw, you are thrice wel- 
come to Ravenswood Castle. Captain Craigengelt, 
your servant. [Bucklaw and Craigengelt bow. 

Lady A. Lucy is acquainted with the purpose of 
your visit, and ready to hear you on a subject equal- 
ly interesting to us all ; but, as she is very young, 
(and has lately been trepanned into an engagement 
of which she is now heartily ashamed,) you will, I 
know, excuse her wish that I should be present at 
the interview. 

Buck. That's the very thing, Madam : I should 
have desired it on my own account ; for I have been 
so little accustomed to gallantry, I fear I shall make 
some cursed mistake. Craigie, we can dispense with 
your company. 

[Craigengelt bows obsequiously and exit. 

Bucklaw hands chairs to the ladies — seats himself— 
and, after several efforts, addresses Miss Ashton. 

Buck. You see, Miss Ashton, I am come to— to 
explain — that is — -just to say— Your mother — her 
ladyship — I say — sensible of your charms and ac- 
complishments — I mean, I am sensible — very sensi- 
ble — but somehow — not being accustomed to talk to 
young ladies— I fear I don't make myself understood. 



THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOQR. 43 

Lady A. Lucy, my love, you hear what Bucklaw 
is saying ? 

Lucy. Yes, Madam — no, Madam — I beg pardon— 
I did not hear. 

Lady A. You needn't blush, my love, and still 
less need you look so alarmed. 

Buck. I believe I am a fool, Miss Ashton. I 
have tried to speak to you, as people tell me young- 
ladies like to be talked to, and I don't think you 
comprehend what I have been saying ; and no won- 
der, for curse me if I understand it myself. But, 
however, once for all, if you can take a plain young 
fellow for your husband, I will place you at the 
head of the first establishment in the three Lothians : 
you shall have the best lodging in the Canongate 
of Edinburgh, go where you please, do what you 
please, see what you please,— -and that's fair. Since 
I have mustered up courage to make a plain pro- 
posal, I would fain hear Miss Ashton, from her 
own lips, give me a plain answer. 

Lady A. My dear Bucklaw, let me spare Lucy's 
bashfulness. She has consented to be guided by 
her father and me in this matter. Lucy, my love, 
speak for yourself: Is it not as I say ? 

Lucy. I have promised to obey you, Madam, but 
upon one condition. 

Lady A. She means that she has written to Ra- 
venswood, and expects an answer ; — the restitution 
of the engagement into which he had the art to in- 
volve her. 

Buck. Perfectly right ! — quite fair ! — 

" It is best to be off with the old love 
" Before you be on with the new." 

But I thought you might have had an answer six 
times told before now. I have a great mind to go 
and fetch one myself, if Miss Ashton will honour 
me with the commission. 



44 THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 

Lady A. By no means. My son, Colonel Ashton* 
is equally anxious ; and do you think we could per- 
mit either, when both are so dear to us, to go to a 
desperate man on a desperate errand ? In fact, we 
are all of opinion, that, as no answer has been re- 
turned, silence must in this, as in other cases, be 
supposed to give consent, and a contract abandoned, 
when the party waves insisting upon it. 

Lucy. Madam, I entreat you to urge me no fur- 
ther. I feel conscious heaven and earth have set 
themselves against my union with Ravenswood \ but, 
till this unhappy engagement be restored, I should 
commit a heavy sin in doing what you require. Let 
me be once assured that he wishes to set me free, 
and dispose of me as you please. I care not how — 
when the jewels are gone, what signifies the casket. 
Lady A. But, my love, if he remains obstinately 
silent ? 

Lucy. He will not be silent. Unknown to you, 
I have sent him a double of my former letter by a 
certain hand. 

Lady A. You have not— you could not — you 
durst not — (suddenly checking her anger.) — My dear- 
est Lucy, how could you think of such a thing ? 

Buck. No matter !— I respect Miss Ashton for her 
sentiments, and I only wish I had been her messen- 
ger myself. 

Lady A. (Ironically. J And pray how long are 
we to wait for the return of your Pacolet — your fairy 
messenger ? 

Lucy. I have numbered weeks, days, hours, and 
minutes ; — within a week I shall have an answer, un- 
less he be dead. Till that time, Sir, let me be thus 
far beholden to you, that you will beg my mother to 
forbear me on this subject. 

Buck. I will make it my particular entreaty to 
Lady Ashton, Madam. Miss Lucy must not be hur- 
ried, my Lady, — messengers may be delayed. I have 
known a day's journey broke by the casting of a fore- 



THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 45 

shoe. To be sure, by the time she mentions, I 
ought to be at Caverton Edge, to see the match be- 
tween the Laird of Kittlegirth's black mare and 
Johnson the meal-monger's four-year-old colt, but 
Craigie can bring me word how the match goes ; so 
that's all settled. In the meantime, I shall .not dis- 
tress Miss Ashton myself; and I hope you and Sir 
William will leave her equally at liberty to make up 
her mind. 

Lucy. Sir, you are generous. 

Buck. As for that, Madam, I only pretend to be a 
plain, good-humoured young fellow, as I said before, 
who would willingly make you happy, if you will 
permit him, and show him how to do so. 

Lady A. My daughter, Bucklaw, does full justice 
to the sincerity of your attachment. And now, we 
had better confer with Sir William on the subject ; 
he expects us in the library. 

Buck. I attend him, Madam. Miss Lucy, I take 
my leave. By my honour, I respect your sentiments, 
and, though the prosecution of this affair be rendered 
dearer to me than before, yet, as I am a gentleman, 
I would renounce it for ever, were it so urged as to 
give you a moment's pain. \JEocit. 

Lady]A. Lucy, you have asked and obtained your 
own time : the honour of the family is now com- 
promised. When eight days shall have elapsed, we 
conclude you will end this suspense, and be ready, 
with a cheerful heart, to sign and seal. \_Eocit. 

Lucy. To sign and seal ! — To do and die ! {Clasps 
her hands in agony, and sinks into a chair.) 

Enter Henry Ashton. 

Henry. I am glad they are gone, Lucy, for I want 
you to give me some silver wire out of your cabinet, 
to fasten the bells to my hawk's jesses. But how's 
this ? You look as if you had been crying. {Lucy 
goes to the cabinet, and gives him the wire.) Thank 



46 THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 

you, Lucy ; but the falcon's scarcely worth it, after 
all the plague we have had to get her. She's going 
to prove little better than a riner ; just wets her 
singles in the blood of the partridge, then breaks 
away, and lets her fly ; and what good can the poor 
bird do after that, you know, except to pine and die 
in the first heather-cow or whin-bush she can crawl 
into. 

Lucy. (Holding him mournfully by the hand?) 
Right, Henry ! Right ! Very right ! But there are 
more riflers in the world than your falcon, and more 
wounded birds, than seek but to die in qui^t, who 
can find neither brake nor whin-bush to hide their 
heads in. 

Henry. Ay, that's some speech out of your ro- 
mances. My mother says they have turned your 
head. But I hear Norman whistling to the hawk, so 
I must go and fasten on the jesses. \Locit Henry. 

Lucy. (After a pause.) It is decreed that every 
living creature, even those who owe me most kind- 
ness, are to shun me, and leave me to encounter the 
difficulties by which I am beset. It is just I should 
be thus. Alone and uncounselled I involved myself 
in these perils. Alone and uncounselled I must ex- 
tricate myself — or die. [Exit. 

SCENE III.— Wolfs Crag. 

Enter Caleb with a Letter, followed by a Messenger. 

Caleb. Gude save us ! Wha wad hae thought o' 
sic an event. The Marquis o' Athol, and a' his at- 
tendants, coming to Wolf's Crag ! 

Mess. It is as 1 tell you, Mr Balderstone. His 
Lordship will be here within an hour. The Master 
has appointed to meet him, and they have business 
of the last importance to settle. 

Caleb. And the Master coming too. He hasna 
been at hame for many a lang day, m air's the pity ; 



THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 47 

and right joyful will auld Caleb be to see his honour 
back again. (Aside,) Wha wad hae thocht o' sic an 
event ! I'm a' in a botheration ; natheless, for the 
credit o' the house, I maun receive them as befitting. 
But how shall I get rid o' the stranger ? He mauna 
see our shifts. Friend, I conclude ye wad hae nae 
objection till refresh after your journey ; and, praise 
be bless'd, ye are come into a land o' plenty. 

Mesa. I thank ye, Mr Caleb, I am rather thirsty 
with hard riding, and 

Caleb. Then I wadna recommend ale or brandy, 
but just a glass o' cauld water after a lang ride ; its 
mair wholesome to the stomach. Natheless ye sail 
hae what ye like, and, while I prepare your repast, 
I'se tell ye what ye do ; — gang your ways up to the 
tap o' the tower, and skirl to me when ye see the 
cavalcade approaching. I'll awa and get a' the 
lads in their new liveries. — This way — this way ; 
and mind ye dinna break your neck, for the steps 
are a little out o' repair. — Confound the lazy sclater 
loons of masons, they were to have been here a 
week syne. 

(Gets him off at a door in the scene, supposed to lead 
tip to the top of the Castle. As soon as he is out, 
Caleb locks the door and puts the key in his pocket.) 

Eh, my man, — I hae disposed o' you — an ye bel- 
low till ye burst, ye'll nae get out, till I hae con- 
trived something to save the honour o' the family. 
Mysie — Mysie, woman ! 

Enter Mysie. 

Mysie. What's the matter now ?— 

Caleb. Eneugh's the matter. Here's the Master and 
his noble kinsman the Marquis o' Athol, expectit in 
an hour, wi' a tribe o' flunkies as lang as Kirka'dy, 
and de'il a morsel to eat, or a drap to drink, nor sae 



48 THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 

muckle as a plack or a bawbee to buy a bannock 
wi' ! — what sail we do — how sail we contrive ?— 
Eh, gude save us, woman, we had e'en better set fire 
to the auld tower at ance, and burn the remnants o' 

furniture a' thegither. Its mair for our credit 

than to let them ken we are in poverty. 

Mysie. Mercy on us, Caleb, dinna stand there 
shaking your lugs, but gang your ways down to the 
village, and try whether ye canna get ony thing from 
the folk, in the way o' borrowing. 

Caleb. Eh ! — There's Eppie $ma' trash maybe will 
trust us for ale, — she has lived a' her life under the 
family, — and maybe wi' a soup brandy — I canna say 
for wine, for she is but a lone woman, and gets it 
by a runlet at a time : But I'll work a wee drap out 
o' her by fair means or foul. 

Mysie. There's a braw christening going on at 
Gibbie Girder's the cooper, and I warrant store 
o' provision ; and ye ken, Caleb, auld Dame Light- 
body and ye war always inclined till each other. 

Caleb. Eh woman ! but ye are a braw lassie, and 
hae saved me from sair dismay. I didna think ye 
had sae muckle rumlegumption. The de'il's in the 
pedling tub-coopering carles ; its a shame to see the 
like o' them gusting their gabs at sic a rate. If 
some of that good cheer doesn't find its way to 
Wolf's Crag this night, my name is not Caleb Bal- 
derstone. Gang your ways, Mysie, we'll mak' shift — 
we'll mak' shift— keep your heart abune, for the 
noble house o' Ravenswood shall haud its credit as 
long as Caleb is to the fore — though I should beg, 
borrow, steal, and lie, to the end of the chapter. 

\JLxeunt. 



SCENE IV.— The Inside of Girder's Cottage. 

A large kitchen fireplace with two spits, each turned 
by a boy. — On one spit a quarter of mutton ; on the 



THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 49 

other a goose and a brace of wild ducks.— In ano- 
ther part of the room, a table spread for dinner. 

Dame Lightbody and Marion discovered. 

Dame. I tell ye, Marion, I heard the story from 
auld Ailsie Gourlay, and nae ane can doubt the 
truth on't. The Master of Raven swood saw the 
ghaist o' Alice Gray sitting by the well, as he was 
riding along through the forest. He thought it was 
the auld woman hersel', but, on going to her cot- 
tage, found she was just dead? 

Mar. I dinna doubt the fact at a', mither. But 
what are we to think o' it all ? 

Dame. Nae gude, child, I'll warrant. But now, as 
I passed through the village, there was a braw young 
man o' horseback asking the way to Wolf's Crag, 
and I heard him say, my Lord the Marquis o' 
Athol was coming along wi' the Master, and that 
Ravenswood wad get his lands again frae Sir Wil- 
liam Ashton ; and ne'er trust me, but we shall wit- 
ness some bonny wark afore lang. 

Mar. But if a' this news is true, mither, we 
shall be under the Ravenswood family again — I 
wish Girder hadna been sae uncivil to auld Caleb 
Balderstone, the last time he called. He might ha' 
spoken a good word in case — (a knock at the door) 
—Eh, wha have we here ? — 

Caleb without. How's a' wi' ye neebours ? — how's 
a' wi' ye ? — 

Dame. Eh mercy ! but it's the auld man himsel' — 
open the door, Marion, and we'll get it a' out o' him. 
{Marion opens the door and lets in Caleb.') 

Dame. Ay, Sirs ! — Mr Balderstone, and is it you ? 
a sight of you is gude for sair een. Sit ye down, 
sit ye down — the gudeman will be blythe to see ye 
— ye never saw him sae cadgy in your life ; but we 
are to christen our bit wean the night, as ye will hae 
heard, and, doubtless, ye will stay and see the ordi- 



50 THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 

nance. We hae killed a wether ; and ane o* our 
lads has been out wi' his gun at the moss — ye aye 
used to like wild-fowl. 

Caleb. Na, na, gudewife — I just keekit in to wish 
ye joy, and I wad hae been blythe to hae spoken 
wi' the gudeman, but— (Going. J 

Dame. The ne'er a fit ye gang ; wha kens what 
ill it may bring to the bairn, if ye overlook it in that 
gate ? 

Caleb. But I'm in a precious hurry — (The women 
bring down chairs, force Caleb to sit, and seat them- 
selves on each side of him.) And, as for eating, 
lack-a-day, we are just kill'd up yonder wi' eating 
frae morning till night. It's shamefu' epicurism ; 
but that's what we hae gotten frae the English poke- 
puddings. 

Dame. Hout ! never mind the English poke- 
puddings, but try our puddings, Mr Balderstone. 
There's black puddings, and white hass, try whilk 
ye like best. 

Caleb. Baith gude — baith excellent ! — canna be 
better ; but the very smell is eneugh for me, that 
hae dined sae lately. But I wadna affront your 
housewifeskip, gudewife- — and, wi' your permission, 
I'se e'en put them in my napkin, and eat them to 
my supper at e'en, for I'm weary o 9 Mysie's pastry 
and nonsense. Ye ken, Marion, landward dainties 
aye pleased me best ; aye, and landward lasses, too. 
{Leering at Marion) — Ne'er a bit, but she looks far 
better than when Girder married her, and then she 
was the bonniest lass in a' our parochine. But gaw- 
sie cow, goodly calf. 

Mar. But what news at the castle, Mr Balder- 
stone ? 

Caleb. News ! the bravest news ye ever heard. 
There's my Lord coming hame, wi' the Marquis o' 
Athol, and he's to get the lands o' Ravenswood 
again ; and so I just wanted to round in the gude- 
man's lug, that I heard them say up bye yonder, Peter 



THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 5\ 

Puncheon, the cooper to the Queen's stores, at the 
Timmer Burse, at Leith, is dead — sae I thought a 
word frae my Lord might hae served Gilbert ; but, 
since he's frae hame 

Mar. Oh, but ye maun bide his hame coming. 
He's awa to fetch precious Mr Bidethebent, the 
minister. 

Caleb. Ay, he's a precious man, Bidethebent. 
He has a gude delivery — Eh ! he's a perfect moni- 
tor of a man. 

Mar. I aye telled Gilbert ye meant weel to him, 
but he taks the tout at every bit lippening word. 

Dame. Ay, ay, he's master and mair at hame, I 
can tell ye, Mr Balderstone. 

Caleb. Ay ! and does he guide the gear too ? 

Dame. Ilka penny o't — but he'll dress her as dick 
as a daisy, as ye see — she has little reason to com- 
plain ; where there's ane better arT, there's ten 
waur. 

Caleb. Aweel, gudewife, that wasna the way ye 
guided your gudeman — but ilka land has its ain 
lauch. 

Mar. And so my Lord is coming hame ! Troth, 
and a braw gentleman he is, wi' a face, and a hand, 
and a seat on his horse, that might hae become the 
king's son : d'ye ken that he aye used to glow'r up 
at my window, Mr Caleb, when he rode through the 
town ; sae I hae a right to know what like he is, as 
weel as ony body. 

Caleb. I ken that brawly ; for I have heard his 
lordship say, the cooper's wife had the blackest ee 
in the barony. And I answered, Weel may that be, 
my Lord, for it was her mither's afore her, as I know 
to my cost — Eh Marion ? Ha ! ha ! ha !— Ah, these 
were merry days. 

Dame. Hout, aw 7 a ! ye auld carle, to speak sae 
daffing to young folk. 

Caleb. Eh, gude save us! Dinna ye hear the 



5% THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR, 

bairn greet ?—(Dame and Marion both get up in 
great alarm.) 

Dame. Eh, Marion ! Fie, woman ! Rin, rin, I 
say ; Fse warrant its that dreary weed come ower it 
again. \_The two women run out. 

Caleb. (Looking round)— Now is the time, and 
cauld be my cast if either Girder or Bidethebent 
taste that broche o* wild-fowl this evening. — (Takes 
a pinch of snuff, and calls the boy) — Here, my man, 
here is twal pennies — carry that ower to Mrs Sma'- 
trash, and bid her fill my mull wi' sneeshing. She'll 
gie ye a gingebread snap for your pains, and I'll 
turn the broche for ye in the meantime. 

\_The boy goes out. 

Caleb watches at the door, then deliberately puts on 
his hat, takes both spits from the fire, and runs out 
with them. 

END OF ACT IV. 



ACT V. 

SCENE I. — An apartment in Ravenswood Castle. 

Lucy Ashton alone. 

At length the dreaded hour is arrived, and this 
day must decide my fate. Still, still, no answer to 
my letters. Where is the hope, the last and lingering 
hope to which I clung for safety like a drowning 
wretch ? 'Tis vanished ! — and despair alone remains. 
Ravenswood! Ravenswood! have I deserved that 
you should thus desert me, thus leave me unsupport- 
ed to sustain this deadly persecution, opposed to 



THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 53 

which my reason wavers, and my poor heart is 
breaking. Where can I turn for pity or for rescue ? 
Father ! mother ! — those names should mean pro- 
tection, tenderness and love, yet speak of cruelty 
and unrelenting rigour ! — One friend alone remains. 
- — In the dark grave, all human sufferings are closed, 
and gladly will I welcome death, rather than break 
the faith I pledged to Ravenswood. 

Enter Henry Ashton. 

Henry. They have sent me to know if you are 
ready, Lucy. The writings are prepared, all the 
family assembled in the great hall, and my mother 
says, the ceremony must be over before twelve 
o'clock, or the marriage won't be happy. 

Lucy. Marriage and happiness ! alas ! For me 
alone those terms are disunited. 

Henry. Do you know, Lucy, I am glad you are 
to have Bucklaw, after all, instead of Ravenswood, 
who looked like a Spanish grandee, come to cut all 
our throats, and trample our bodies under foot. Tell 
me truly, an't you glad to be fairly rid of him ? 

Lucy. Ask me no questions, Henry — there is 
little more can happen to make me either glad or 
sorry in this world. 

Enter Lady Ashton. 

Lady A. Lucy, my love, why do you keep us 
waiting ? The family is assembled, and the business 
must proceed immediately. Come, I'll conduct you 
to the hall. Leave us, Henry. \_Eocit Henry. 

Lucy, after endeavouring to speak, bursts into tears, 
and throws herself at her mother's feet. 

Lucy. Oh ! my mother !— Save— spare me !— but 
for a day— but for an hour ! 



54 THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 

Lady A. Lucy, what means this ? — rise, I com- 
mand you, and restrain your agitation. 

Lucy. Oh ! my mother ! do not spurn me from 
you. — But for one moment hear me : Urge me not, I 
conjure you, to fulfil this hated contract — my death 
will be the consequence. By the memory of that 
tender love with which you reared my infancy and 
childhood, — by the deep sense of filial duty and 
obedience, which, till this fatal moment, my life has 
proved,— I entreat, I implore you, save me from 
misery and destruction — and save yourself, my mo- 
ther, from that remorse, which your own heart must 
one day feel, for having brought this woe upon your 
wretched child ! 

Lady A. Shame on such weakness, Lucy ! Where 
is your pride ? your duty to your parents and your 
family ? All, all absorbed in one disgraceful passion ! 

Lucy. My vow ! my vow ! 

Lady A. His silence has absolved you from it, 
and proves he wishes to forget his own. Have we 
not heard, too, that he is on the point of marriage 
with another ? If these arguments have no weight, 
think that your parents' word is pledged— their ho- 
nour implicated— think that, when freely left to fix 
the time, you named this day. You cannot, shall 
not now retract— you have no right to bring dis- 
grace upon us all ;— and wherefore ? — to feed a hope 
which never can be realized— to pine in secret o'er 
a love, which heaven and earth alike refuse their 
sanction to. Come — we have too long delayed.. 

Lucy. Man has no mercy ! To Heaven, then, I 
make my last appeal. Grant that I may retain my 
senses in this awful trial. Already my weak brain 
begins to waver. One struggle more, and all will be 
concluded. — My lot is cast — and now — Madam— I 
obey yon. \_Exeimt. 



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SCENE the LAST.— The grand Hall in Ravens- 
wood Castle, Folding doors in centre — the only 
entrance to the apartment* 

Sir William Ashton, Colonel Ashton, Henry, 
Bucklaw, Randolph a Clergyman, and all the 
Domestics discovered, — At one side, a table, with 
writings, — Lady Ashton leads on Lucy. — All the 
Ge?itlemen bow. 

Sir W, Now, then, to the business of the day, 
The parties are all assembled. Are the writings 
prepared ? 

Rand, Every thing is ready, my Lord. 

Sir W, Then, let us proceed at once. Nothing 
now is wanting but the formal signature of all con- 
cerned. The marriage ceremony must then be com- 
pleted. \Goes to the table to sign. 

Rand, (approaching Lucy.) Yet, ere the solemn 
contract be performed, permit me to express my 
fervent hope, that the union between these honour- 
able persons may prove a source of long and lasting 
happiness. Be not cast down, Miss Lucy, but meet 
a scene of joy with cheerful looks ; — doubt not, 
obedience to your parents' wishes will heal your 
wounded mind, and crown your future days with 
many blessings. \JDuring this, the Gentlemen have 
all signed the contract, - ] 

Sir TV, Now, Lucy, we wait your signature alone. 

Lucy, I— obey— you, Sir. \_She rises ; seeing her 
weakness, Lady Ashton supports her to the table, 
where another chair is placed for her,~\ 

Lady A, Rouse yourself, Lucy ; — my daughter's 
health has long been delicate {to the company), 
and she gives way too much. 

Lucy, after several efforts, signs her name. At this 
moment a violent noise without, 

E 



56 THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 

Serv. (without.) You pass not here, Sir ! 

Rav. (without.) Villains, stand back! He dies 
who opposes my entrance. 

Lucy drops the pen, rises from her chair, and ex- 
claims It is he ! It is he ! — He is come ! He is 

come ! [She falls into her mother's arms. 

Ravensy/ood hursts open the folding door^s, and 
comes forward in the centre, his dress much dis- 
ordered, and partly enveloped in a large riding 
cloke. His hat slouched. His face haggard and 
pale. — All start with astonishment at his entrance. 
— Lucy raises herself and stands gazing on him 
as if petrified. \A pause. 

Lady A. (recovering herself.) I demand to know 
the cause of this rude and unauthorised intrusion ? 

Col. A. That is a question which I have the best 
right to ask, and I request the Master of Ravens- 
wood to follow me, where he can answer at his 
leisure. 

Buck. No man shall usurp my previous right in 
demanding an explanation from the Master. 

Col. A. I will relinquish to no one my right of 
calling to account the man who has offered this un- 
paralleled affront to my family. 

Rav. Be patient, gentlemen ! If you are as weary 
of your lives as I am, I will find time and place to 
pledge mine against one, or both ; but, at present, I 
have no leisure for the disputes of triflers. 

Col. A. and Buck, (drawing J Triflers ! 

Sir TV. (Comes between them.) My son I com- 
mand you — Bucklaw I intreat you — Keep the peace, 
in the name of the Queen, and of the law. 

Rand. In the name of the law of Heaven I im- 
plore — I beseech, I command you to forbear vio- 
lence towards each other. 

Col. A. Do you take me for a dog, Sir, or some- 
thing more brutally stupid, to endure this insult in 



THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 57 

my father's house ? Let me go, Bucklaw ! He shall 
account to me, or by Heaven I will stab him where 
he stands. 

. Buck. You shall not touch him here: He once 
gave me my life, and were he the devil come to fly 
away with the whole house and generation, he shall 
have nothing but fair play. 

Rav. Let him who really seeks danger take the 
fitting time when it is to be found. My mission 
here will be shortly accomplished. (Turns to Lu- 
cy.) Is that, Madam, your hand ? (Produces her 
letter.) 

Lucy. (In afaultering voice.) Yes. 

Rav. And is this also your hand? (Producing the 
written contract.) 

Sir W. If you design to found any legal claim on 
that engagement v Sir, do not expect to receive an 
answer here. 

Rav. Sir William Ashton, I pray you, and all who 
hear me, that you will not mistake my purpose. If 
this young lady, of her own free will, desires the re- 
storation of this contract, as her letter would seem 
to imply, there is not a withered leaf, which this au- 
tumn wind strews upon the heath, that is more va- 
lueless in my eyes. But I must and will hear the 
truth from her own mouth : Without this satisfac- 
tion, I will not leave the spot. Murder me by num- 
bers, you possibly may ; but I am an armed man, — 
I am a desperate man ; and I will not die without 
ample vengeance. This is my resolution, — take it 
as you may. — I will hear her determination from her 
own mouth, alone, and without witnesses. (Takes 
out two pistols.) Now, choose whether you will have 
this hall floated with blood, or grant me the decisive 
interview with my affianced bride ; which the laws 
of God and the country alike entitle me to demand. 

Rand. In the name of Heaven, receive an over- 
ture from the meanest of its servants. What this 
gentleman demands, though urged with over vio- 



58 THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 

lence, hath in it something of reason. Let him hear 
from Miss Lucy's own lips, that she hath acceded to 
the will of her parents, and repents of her covenant 
with him. Let him have the interview on which he 
insisteth. It can but be a passing pang to the mai- 
den, and then he will depart in peace unto his own 
dwelling, and cumber us no more. 

Lady A. Never ! — Never shall this man speak 
in private with my daughter— the affianced bride of 
another. Pass from the room who will, I remain 
here. I fear neither his violence nor his weapons, 
though some who bear my name appear more moved 
by them. 

Rand. Nay, Madam, let me entreat you, add 
not fuel to firebrands. The Master of Ravens wood, 
cannot, I am sure, object to your presence, the 
young lady's state of health being considered, and 
your maternal duty. I myself will also tarry. Per- 
haps my grey hairs may turn away wrath. 

Rav . You are welcome to remain, Sir, and Lady 
Ashton, also, if she thinks proper ; but let all others 
depart. 

Col. A. (As he is going out) Raven swood, you 
shall account for this ere long. {Exit. 

Rav. Whenever you please, Sir. 

Buck. (As he is going cut) But I have a prior de- 
mand on your leisure, a claim of some standing. 

Rav. Arrange it as you will. — Leave me but this 
day in peace — and I shall have no dearer employ- 
ment on earth to-morrow, than to give you all the 
satisfaction you may desire. {Exit Buck. 

Sir W. (As he is going out) Master of Raven s- 
wood, I think I have not deserved that you should 
make this scandal and outrage in my family. If 
you will lay down your weapons, and follow me 
into my study 

Rav. To-morrow, Sir — To-morrow— To-morrow — 
I will hear you at length. This day hath its own 
sacred and indispensable business. {Exit Sir TVil- 
fam, and all the attendants.^ 



THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 59 



Ravenswood puts up his pistols— fastens the door at 
which they /went out, and returns — takes off his 
hat, and gazes on Lucy with a mingled expression 
of sorrow and indignation. 

Rav. Do you know me, Miss Ash ton ? I am still 
Edgar Ravenswood — I am still that Edgar Ravens- 
wood, who, for your affection, renounced the dear 
ties by which injured honour bound him to seek 
vengeance — I am that Ravenswood, who for your 
sake forgave, nay, clasped hands in friendship, with 
the oppressor and pillager of his house— the tradu- 
cer, and murderer, of his father ! 

Lady A. My daughter, Sir, has no occasion to 
dispute the identity of your person. The venom of 
your present language is sufficient to remind her 
that she speaks with the mortal enemy of her family. 

Itav. I pray you to be patient, Madam ; my an- 
swer must come from her own lips. Once more, 
Miss Ashton, I am that Ravenswood to whom you 
granted the solemn engagement which you here 
desire to retract and cancel. 

Lucy. It was my mother, I 

Lady A. She speaks truly— It was I who advis- 
ed, persuaded, and commanded her to set aside an 
unhappy and precipitate engagement ! 

Rav. (to Lucy.) And is this all ? are you willing 
to barter sworn faith, the exercise of free will and 
mutual affection, to such unnatural and hard-heart- 
ed tyranny ? Hear again what I have sacrificed for 
you, ere you sanction what has been done in your 
name. The honour of an ancient family — the ur- 
gent advice of my best friends, have been used in 
vain to sway my resolution — neither the arguments 
of reason, nor the portents of superstition, have sha- 
ken my faith.— The very dead have arisen to warn 
me, and their warnings have been despised. — Are 
you prepared to pierce my heart for its fidelity, with 



60 THE BRIDE OP LAMMERMOOR. 

the very weapons which my rash confidence intrust- 
ed to your grasp ? 

Lady A. Master of Ravenswood, you have asked 
what questions you thought fit— you see the total 
incapacity of my daughter to answer you. But I 
will reply for her, and in a manner which you can- 
not dispute. You desire to know, whether Lucy 
Ashton, of her own free will, wishes to annul the 
engagement into which she has been trepanned ?•— 
You have her letter, under her own hand, demand- 
ing the surrender of it ; and, as yet more full evi- 
dence of her purpose, here is the contract, which 
she has this morning subscribed, in presence of this 
reverend gentleman, with Mr Hayston of Bucklaw. 
{Retires up.) 

Rav. {Having gazed upon the deeds in mute aston- 
ishment.) And it was without fraud or compulsion 
that she subscribed this parchment ? 

Rand. I vouch it upon my sacred character. 

Rav. This is indeed an undeniable piece of evi- 
dence, and it would be equally useless and dishon- 
ourable to waste another word in remonstrance or 
reproach. {Lady Ashton comes forward), There Ma- 
dam — {giving to Lucy the paper and piece of gold) 
these are the testimonies of your first engagement — 
you may be more faithful to that which you have 
just formed. I will now trouble you to return the 
corresponding tokens of my ill-placed confidence 
—I ought rather to say of my egregious folly ! 

Lucy gazes on him unconsciously— raises her hands, 
and endeavours to disengage the ribbon, by which 
the piece of gold is suspended round her neck. 
Lady Ashton assists her ; she gives the gold and 
a paper to Ravenswood. 

Lucy. It was the last link which bound me to 
life, and it is broken ! 

Rav. (Much affected.) And she could wear it 



THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 61 

thus — could wear it in her very bosom — could wear 

it next her heart — even when but complaint 

avails not — (Tears the contract. J — I will no longer 
be an intruder here. Your evil wishes, and your 
worse offices, Lady Ashton, I will only return, by 
hoping these will be your last machinations against 
the honour and happiness of your daughter. — - 
(Turns to Lucy J — And to you, Madam, I have 
nothing further to say, except a prayer to heaven 
that you may not become a world's wonder for this 
act of wilful and deliberate perjury. (He is going. J 

Lucy. (Who has been endeavouring to rally her 
spirits for a last effort, breaks from her mother, and 
grasps him by the arm) Stay ! Oh stay ! Rav — Rav- 
enswood-— my heart is breaking, and I cannot tell 
you : but do not leave me thus — a few moments, and 
all will be over. 

Lady A. (Alarmed at her violence) — Lucy, my 
dearest Lucy— (Endeavours to force her away.) 

Lucy. Touch me not, mother — 'tis now too late 
— I am beyond all fear. Ravenswood, you know 
not what I have endured— all united against me — 
your long silence — my letters intercepted-- no friend 
to aid — no succour — no resource — they have broken 
my heart, but never, never could they change my 
love. Ravenswood, forgive — forgive me. (She 
falls in his arms, and dies.) 

Rav. Almighty Heaven ! The hand of death is on 
her pallid cheek ; she dies to prove her faith, and I 
—no, no, — 'tis thou, accursed fiend in human form, 
— thou hast disgraced the name of mother,— thou, 
thou hast destroyed thy child !— -Speak ! speak to 
me, Lucy ! one word to save me from the hell that 
rages in this bosom ! 

Ravenswood gazes on the body of Lucr in all the 
frenzy of despair. . Lady Ashton, who has ap- 
peared struck with the utmost horror, faints in 
Randolph's arms. The doors are violently hurst 



62 THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR. 

open, and Sir William, Colonel Ashton, Buck- 
law, and all the Domestics rush in with swords 
draw?t. 

Sir TV. My daughter ! dead ! — 
Buck. There stands the murderer ! Rush on 
him ! tear him from her — revenge ! revenge ! 

All prepare to rush on Ravenswood, who is on the 
ground holdi?ig the body of 'Lucy in his arms. He 
rises and turns to them. 

Rav. Behold your victim ! pause not— but plunge 
your weapons here, home to my heart — each hand 
that strikes, I welcome as a friend — but mortal force 
shall never tear her from me. Inhuman monsters ! 
you have killed her — and now she's mine for ever ! 

They are all rushing on him. Colonel Ashton in- 

terferes. 

Col. A. Hold ! I command ye all. To me, to 
me alone, his blood is due — by my hand he falls, or 
here completes the ruin of my family. Ravens- 
wood, arise, and singly meet me, rise — murderer — 
coward — rise ! 

Ravenswood starts up, draws, and engages Colonel 
Ashton. At the first pass, Ravenswood runs 
upon his sword, exclaiming — 

Rav. Thus I provoke my fate. (Falls.) 'Tis 
past ! the prediction is fulfilled, the blood of Ra- 
venswood flows in the hall of his ancestors. Ac- 
cursed race— contemplate and enjoy your savage 
triumph — we are beyond your malice : Lucy, I 
come — in life they severed us, but, in death, we are 
— united. {Dies.) 

The Curtain falls on the Picture. 
the end. 



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